When was the Seed Planted?

I found this photo from when I was a few years old. I don’t remember exactly what happened, though I imagine my step-father put me on one of the enduros.

The fascinating thing is that I never remembered this moment, yet I have a love of motorcycles (especially vintage dirt bikes) and wear a helmet almost identical to the one in this photo.

Looking at it, I can literally feel that seed of passion being planted. Funny enough, I unconsciously did almost the exact same thing with my nephews earlier this year. Putting them on the bike that Mike and I raced at the Bonneville Salt Flats. I saw the same spark light in them.

Some seeds grow passions. Some seeds grow worries. Some open up a new pathway in the forest. Some close one up with thorns and stickers.

What is a passion you have today? When and how was that seed planted? Who are you grateful to for that?

What is a worry that you have today? When was that seed planted? Who can you forgive to release it?

Sometimes we carry stories from seeds planted long ago. We always have the power to rewrite those stories.