THE INTRODUCTION

Today I had this conversation with this guy he and I have gone around and round for a while,
it’s exhausting to be honest. I have even made up my mind, no more sowing or tending in
places we don’t want a harvest and this is one of those places.
I don’t want to call it a dead place. It definitely is not. What I have come to understand is that
harvests are in different places for different people and it’s for you to understand what is your
harvest and accurately determine if where you are sowing is the best terrain to achieve that,
and that you are putting down the right seeds to match it and tending your crop in due season
not out of season.
It’s ridiculous for me to be in a place that doesn’t and can never grow mangoes optimally and
be holding maize seeds in a terrain that grows garlic assuming garlic doesn’t grow where maize
grows. It’s ridiculous and yet this has been me.
Or mango seeds my preferred outcome but be in a terrain for say coconut assuming the two
don’t grow in the same terrain. It is absolutely ridiculous for me to be there and be saying wait
what? Why does this tree look like this? Why isn’t it putting out leaves and fruit when I expect
it? In fact, what will happen is there will be no plant or if there is this might not be its optimal
habitat.
The past couple of years I am orbiting more into leaning on the wisdom of finding out what is
my seed and where does it do best and who are the optimal handlers to entrust it to. To help
and enable the caring and nurturing and maturity of it. I find I think about legacy a lot and so
we must not only pro-generate first round but enable that into generations and generations
into posterity.
I painfully realise that look, this soil that looks dead for your mangoes is optimal for something
else and you aren’t that something. I also realise some terrains are excellent fodder for things I
would rather never even knew of the world so they wouldn’t ever grow and poison the earth
with their progeny.
It also stings if I have been travelling the earth convinced I wasn’t a mango and never found out
therefore really never matched up my seed to the right terrain and went through life convinced
I was barren or bore fruit but never at optimal. It’s a tragedy in fact a travesty.
It’s exhausting. Its wasted labour and if you know me I detest inefficiencies at high levels. I
guess people say “I am not striving for perfection” and find it modest or a welcome excuse.
Mine would be lies if I told you that. I am usually aware of where the plumb line is and where
North is and I make it my business to keep steering towards it.
Sometimes I go harder than I should, sometimes I pace appropriately, sometimes I lax and go
slower sometimes I am off base but we recalibrate always. I know that the day I lose sight of
the plumb line that’s the time I start the great fall in slippery slopes and I refuse that for me.
Know your seed it will point you to your harvest,
Know your seed it will point you to your terrain,
Know your seed it will point to your team of helpers, co-workers, investors, incubators,
educators and so on,
Know your seed it will point to that which fulfils you and brings you joy, your place of flourish.
Know your seed.
I find this to be true in many areas of life.
This blog is birthed from a place of transit and it’s a raw documentation of the happenings of
this journey. We hope you see our footsteps and you see our imprints and while you do that
you find yours. Welcome.

Soles for Souls,
Yolanda