Nurture something. Water it. Watch it grow. Watch it low-key die after a missed watering, and fill your heart with joy when you successfully nurse it back to life. Let it teach you patience. Let it soothe your soul. And as with all life, it may die on your watch, but recognize the beauty in feeling loss and learning to let go of it. Plants keep me sane, I guess. 

Humans are supposed to spend the majority of their days outside in nature. Our urban dwellings are far from the habitats of our ancestors, so to solve the problem, bring as many plants into your home as you can keep alive. If you were blessed with the outdoor space, plant something outside and report back with the joy you feel watching the seeds sprout. It’s like making a baby without the labor pains or financial commitments.

Just plant the seed—figuratively and literally. However, as someone who spends at least 10 minutes a day in my garden regularly planting seeds and battling pests, planting the figurative seeds is more challenging. Starting new journeys is easier written (or said) than accomplished. Letting something brew underground for weeks (or months) before breaking ground and reaching sunlight takes patience. And what if we rot before we ever see the sun?

I’m writing this with the hope that we all plant more seeds…or adopt seedlings from our neighbors. If that means it’s time for you to level up your plant-parent skills, then I wish you the most fruitful gardening season. But if you interpret this post figuratively, I hope your new journey guides you to your highest vibration of self and makes the world a better place for us all.

But for real, plant more seeds—not only for the birds and the bees but for you and me.