The Soil of Our SoulsWhen considering planting a garden, there are many things to contemplate. You have to take the time to plan the space, time and commitment. What kind of garden will you plant? Will it just have vegetables, maybe flowers, or will you make it a combination of both? Will you start seedlings or purchase established greenhouse plants, and will the plants you choose thrive in your zone? What type of soil does your garden space have? Do you need to add fertilizer, nutrients, or anything else to make it healthy soil for growth? It seems curious to me that we, as humans in this society, tend to devote more effort to the terrain of our yards than to the landscapes. of our minds. We will spend hundreds of dollars on soil amendments, plant food, and premium potting soil, not to mention the cost of the plants in order to have a nice, attractive garden. A personal oasis for some, a necessity for others. The method doesn't really matter, as long as we achieve our expectations. What about our soul? What does it take to nourish our inner parts? We can't just go to the local Soul and Spirit Store and buy a model, color, or new and improved version of ourselves. We have no special seeds or fertilizers that we can purchase to increase the beauty of the flowers our soul holds, or to extract words from our mouths with love, and to help others grow strong within themselves as the flowers grow in the sun. having emotions, feelings of jealousy, compassion and a lust for power. We humans have an innate ability to mess up. In the animal kingdom, animals respect their hierarchy/position in their societies. They follow a leader and have the ability to survive outside...... middle of paper ... as always, they have modified and hacked their death start, so that it barely resembles the principles in which this country was founded. on. Our nation is in disaster mode and we have no one to blame but ourselves. Change is inevitable, but detrimental change is catastrophic, and it might be too late to turn back the clock. So now another day has come, and the soil of our souls must still be tilled. Will today be the day we begin to stir up the nutrients long buried in our storybook roots, perhaps stimulating new growth? Or will it just be another day, where we all want change, but few have the tenacity to do something different. Seeds ready to be planted are everywhere. Wildfires are on the horizon of our minds, waiting to burn away the dead and dying brush of our landscape, clearing the way for new growth to come. What are we waiting for?