Posted by Simon Parke, 10 June 2020, 5.44am
I’m on an early morning run.
I approach some buttercups in the long grass, swaying yellow in the breeze.
Though on the mown grass, next to the long grass, I see hints of yellow too.
And I’m wondering.
I wonder if some buttercup petals have been blown there, whisked by the wind onto the short grass.
But no, it’s better than that. I discover these buttercups are growing too, with life of their own, their own roots.
The long-grass buttercups have re-seeded, their influence spreading.
Influence does spread, good influence and bad, whether at home or at work.
It can’t help itself.
Imagine your influence today is like the spreading of buttercups.
And let all revolution be rooted in beauty.