by potatoBell

There are many scholars in the world, the scientists, biologists, linguistics, political analysts, and those who pursue perfection in literature. But the most powerful scholars of all are agriculturalists, or the farmers. And I hope by the time you finished reading this book you’d understand why.

It’s easier to read this book after you have thoroughly read through the introduction before you move on to the first chapter. Take your time, stop reading if you’re tired and come back when you feel much better. Thanks.

The soil of the hearts

Every heart is made up of some kind of soil for if it wasn’t no flowers can grow on it and give off that wonderful fragrance called love. Some are made up of sands when a seed is planted, it won’t grow. Cultivation of heart takes time just like it takes passing of the seasons for flowers to fully blossom, that is why love takes time. And since hearts are made up of soils, they can be easily trod upon leaving footprints of both good and bad, deeper the footprint, longer the impression will last. Unfortunately, people tend to walk all over the soil without knowing what type of soil it is. This usually causes the heartbreak for one who treads and the one being trodden. A heart made of up of quicksand will slowly pull you in to the bitter end and by the time you realize what is happening to you, it is often too late to get yourself out. This is just an illustration why it is important to take five minutes off your daily routines and think about what type of soils the people around you have, especially your loved ones. If you have not thought about the soil of your wife’s heart, now is a good time to start and I pray to God that he helps you see the true heart.

I am sure there are as many different ways to grow plants as there are ways to nourish love and there are thousand different names for them just like there are thousand ways to define what love is, each undoubtedly described beautifully in a unique way. Whether you define your love as Eros or Platonic, you must plant something in order to grow something. Some use a seed of companionship while some go for a seed of wild fun, or they just start off with nothing and find the seed along the way. Some couples start off with a single seed growing and turning into a beautiful garden while others start off with abundance of seeds and a fancy greenhouse but never bear a fruit not because they are not trying, but are doing it the wrong way. No matter how hard you try, if you don’t know what it takes to fertilize that one special plant, it will not grow.

Fertilizing the soil of the hearts is a dirty job and if the picture of the manure disgusts you, or you don’t want your hands to get dirty, the chance is that your special plant will go hungry, wither and die. Some people get smart about keeping their hands clean and put on gloves. These are the ones who will say that they love you but you just can’t feel their touch of love. Some people may argue and say “Oh, I only put the gloves on for the thorns, but I take ‘em off when I want to enjoy it” People like this often build walls and act lovely only when they feel like it, making themselves unavailable when their partner really needs them, a selfish kind of love. The special plant will not know who it belongs to for it has never felt the real touch from you and you can’t put the blame on it when it strays and drifts away with the wind. On the other hand, if you use bare hands, the naked truth, you can distinguish your special flower among the bed of flowers even in the darkest hour of the night, give off the smell of your sweaty palms as a guiding scent for that special plant to pick up and find its way back to you when it strays off. Love is all about sacrifices and the sacrifice is like getting your hands all dirty and not mind the thorns in your loved ones, the most known of all belonging to Jesus and I thank and praise him with all my heart.

The earth has about 30 percent land while the heart has 110 percent arable lands. Metaphorically speaking, your heart is bigger than the earth itself. The earth is accommodating over ka-trillions of plants and is doing a pretty good job. It would be a shame if our hearts do any less when all that is asked to do is to grow that one special plant, the love.

Before we move on, I’d like to introduce Joe Haystack the farmer. Nope, he’s not listed under the yellow pages. He lives in this book and I’ll invite him to talk with us throughout the book. And if you will, I hope you can meet a farmer of your own as you read the book. Ok, let’s move on.