Last year I made a commitment to read from Ralph Waldo Emerson's essays at least once a day and record my thoughts. Surprisingly, I kept to that commitment and I have decided to continue that commitment here. Starting today, I will take a quote that I find particularly interesting and make comments from time to time.
Today, I want to start with a quote from his essay "The Poet" from Essays, Second Series, which was published in 1844.
Nature through all her kingdoms, insures herself. Nobody cares for planting the poor fungus: so she shakes down from the gills of one agaric countless spores, any one of which, being preserved, transmits new billions of spores to-morrow or next day. The new agaric of this hour has a chance which the old one had not.
The last sentence "The new agaric of this hour has a chance which the old one had not" made me smile. Sometimes, hope can come in the form of tiny spores - unnoticed and microscopic. Yet, the promise contained in them can spread wherever the wind blows, and the under-appreciated fungus can thrive in an accepting environment. That is what I want these short entries to become - ideas and hope released freely into an welcoming environment.
Thank you for reading!