Tend to your fields...

No matter how earnestly spoken, words just pretty sound on the air until they are captured, crafted, their intent cultivated like fields upon which our hearts feast.

Tell me, do your fields flourish? Do you say, and then act? Do you promise, and then deliver?

Or do those fields lie fallow, barren, neglected. Do you dig deep into the soil to turn the old over? Do you sow the seed of your words carefully, measured so the sprouts don't crowd each other? Do you water when it's dry, and shelter it from storms?

Tend to your fields, and tend to them carefully, thoughtfully. Nurture & grow your love, your caring, your compassion. Tend to your fields, or starve.