20 April 2020
There’s a lot of electronic stuff flying around during this Coronavirus era. And while the endless, relentless, nonstop (yes I know they all mean the same thing – that’s the point – endless repetition…) emails from random companies just needing to let you know their Covid19 plans (!!!!) are painful, those of us spending time on social media are also facing a barrage of other stuff.
What we get faced with falls into a few categories – the very helpful medical advice (doesn’t matter who issues the advice, as long as they use the words “hospital” or “nurse” it makes the advice worthy of mass distribution), humour designed to distract (people putting their rubbish bins out, people recreating famous artworks using household stuff, funny songs and stories 😀), and uplifting posts designed to make you look into your inner being and realise that you are ALL RIGHT, that you are a good person, that we are all good people, and that we as humans will come out of this as even better people.
Or that’s what it seems like to me, anyway.
(There’s also a group I really like which seems to have no aim other that bringing the world closer – a group asking people to post online a photo from their window. There are amazing photos popping up from all over the world of just beautiful views, but the best part are the comments people leave).
One of the meaningful posts I saw the other day was about Empathy. It said, in part, “When you plant lettuce, and it does not grow well, you don’t blame the lettuce. It may need fertiliser, or more water, or less sun…….(lots of other stuff)…(and then regarding family)….but if we know how to take care of them, they will grow well, like the lettuce….”
This is lovely, uplifting, and encouraging people to be empathetic to not only their family members, but the world as a whole. It’s deep, meaningful and encouraging.
I thought bulldust. Because…
My passion fruit vines were given multiple opportunities to thrive. They had lots of water, fertiliser, mulch, selective pruning to encourage new growth, special additives to the soil that might have been lacking, and as much sunshine as they wanted.
They refused to flower.
It was only after the clippers were found and sharpened, and plans were made for what I would replace the passion fruit vines with, that they consented to flower.
And not just a few flowers – HEAPS of flowers, and the fruit forming is large and healthy.
But given that it obviously was not a malicious act of behalf of the passion fruit vines to not flower, I can only assume there was one other thing I needed to provide for the vines to fruit. One that I hadn’t been prepared to supply.
This is probably the same with families.