I planted my winter garden boxes today. Sure, they don’t look like much now, but give them about two months, and we’ll be rolling in Arugula and Baby Mesculin Gourmet.

When I crawl around in the dirt with each seasonal shift, pulling out old plants and dropping in new seeds, I can’t help playing out the old worn out gardening metaphors. I think about how just one little itsy weenie seed that I can barely see in the palm of my hand will grow into something so beautiful and tasty. I think about transformation, and relationships, and ideas, and how powerful the beginnings of all those things are even though they seem so small.

Winter gardens are the best because they are so independent. We don’t need to water them or deal with any insect challenges (thank you, Rain). The frost just makes the kales better and the Arugula powers through it all.

We need to learn from the Arugula. When we start paying attention to our health, our intention begins like that tiny seed. If we stick with it, our intention takes shape and pokes through the top soil of our daily lives. Before you know it, it’s hearty and strong. The star performer taking over the garden.

Make like Arugula and reach for the stars.