Extravagant Abundance: A Happiness Tale
“Abundance isn’t something we acquire; it’s something we tune into.” ~Wayne Dyer
“She’s nothing, if not extravagant,” Grandpa said, sipping his lemonade on the porch. He was gazing at the field that he had spent the day cultivating.
“Who, Grandpa?” Sam said. He didn’t see anybody out there. “Who’s extravagant? And what’s that mean, anyway?”
Grandpa chuckled. “Oh, I was just thinking,” he said. “See that tall grass over there by the fence post, gone to seed? Go pick me a stem of it, Sam.”
When Sam brought it back, Grandpa gently stripped the seeds from it and held them in his open hand. “Look how many seeds came from that one stem of grass. It’s a lot, isn’t it? Now think how many there must be in that whole clump. If we planted them all in one long row, why they’d probably go from here all the way to Mrs. Radie’s.”
“Maybe all the way to Uncle Jake’s!” Sam said, as Grandpa blew the seeds away.
“That’s what I meant by extravagant,” Grandpa said. “When Nature creates, she makes plenty. Seeds, soil, earthworms, little boys, everything.”
“Why does she make so much, Grandpa?”
“She can’t help it. It’s how she loves us.” Grandpa said. “It’s her happiness, just filling up all the empty spaces, so when you look there’s always something there.”
“But what about winter?” Sam asked.
“Snowflakes,” Grandpa said, leaning back into his rocker and taking another sip of lemonade.
Sam smiled. “Extravagant,” he said quietly to himself. “Extravagant.”
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