My Dad dug a zinnia patch next to his robust vegetable garden a few years before he died. He created this butterfly-magnetizing oasis for my Mother, his beloved wife. Shade had overtaken her lakeside zinnia circle, and, knowing how she appreciated the intrepidly cheerful flowers, he took action. A small kindness. Motivated by appreciation. Caring. Love.
I remember this simple act, when brazen cruelty takes the global stage. Or reveals itself in a heartbreaking snippet exposing suffering intentionally inflicted in some oft forgotten far away place. Or even close to home.
I remember in honor of the Human Heart. And to hold myself steady.
When I began planting zinnias in my own garden — more and more each year, a young friend joked about zinnias taking over the world.
What do you think? A takeover of kindness. Caring. Love. A powerful spreading of the Heart. A counterweight to cruelty. A companion plant to unshakable resolve and courage. One seed. One act. One Motive-filled moment after another. And another.