A fine dusting of pollen covers the town today. Everything bloomed at once in Pennsylvania, and it’s as if God shook down yellow fluff from the heavens. It’s not just car windshields and house shutters; even inside the house, the golden film cloaks the furniture and linens.
My allergies! As I dust and vacuum and launder the bedding, I stop to consider what pollen actually is. All this powder? It’s the male part of the flower. It’s the part of the flower that will connect with the female part to then germinate.
Millions of microscopic grains await meeting just the right receptor site (on a compatible flower) for growth. Right now, the air currents as well as insects disperse all this pollen. Some of it will find the perfect conditions whereby, once matched, some astonishing flower or fruit will eventually burst forth.
I appreciate this widespread covering of pollen today. It’s a hopeful gesture that maybe–just maybe–conditions will be favorable for germination. Might I cast my ideas out so broadly? Might I send out spores of creativity, encouragement, prayers, and love? What if that particle happened to land at just the right sight where something amazing could grow from it?
Who knows? I think about how ideas germinate today. Living with flair means we sow broadly because we can’t predict where and when pollination might happen.
Meanwhile, I’ll never look at Spring dusting the same again.
Journal: What can I send out today that could grow into something amazing?