Does a river spend a lifetime daydreaming of someday becoming a deep ocean? It does not. Its everyday actions move it swiftly forward toward something bigger than itself, and it holds its nose and jumps right in. It starts small. But it’s persistent. And it’s purposeful.
It’s time to be the river. In an age of unprecedented global challenges, NOW is the time to take new things you know and put them to work. Right now. An avalanche of environmental change looms before us and very few people are paying attention. How can one single individual like you make a difference when the Earth’s problems loom so large? Here’s how. You take any information you’ve gathered along the way so far and then share whatever you have with the world.
Who are you? And what can you do? If you are a small-scale French farmer whose Roquefort cheese sales are being threatened by the rise of large agricultural conglomerates, you might be tempted to retaliate by attempting to dismantle a fast food chain with your 3-cylinder International tractor. If you have a remarkable knack for applied physics, finances and computer programming, you may plan to shake up the moribund US auto industry and dramatically curb CO2 emissions. If you are a clumsy lab tech who has just unearthed a small pebble providing you with Captain Marvel-ish godlike skills, you may be inclined to use your enhanced metabolic powers to generate a force field around the Earth’s natural resources. But if you are you, and you are reading this blog, you may be wondering just how to spread your own ideas.
Scatter some seeds. Improve the world with your actions. Just a tiny input from you is enough to get started, and things will gather momentum. Ideas and behaviors spread rapidly through a crowd like contagious laughter. Doing one or two small things can spark a radical movement. Start a positive epidemic of your own.
For a few years now, I’ve been scattering seeds—real native perennial wildflower seeds—all the way from New England to Texas. These seeds are nestled within compacted soil, clay, and recycled paper. Tiny steady hands and wobbly weatherworn hands—the hands of dear friends and strangers—roll them up, dry them, and throw them “grenade-style” into abandoned lots and barren backyards.
Some people are born magicians, hatching artful diversions while we watch—the bullet catch, the cabinet escape, the elastic lady, seamless 5-ball cascade juggling—dazed with mouths agape. Amazed. Oooo!
Over time, these little magical meatballs break down and (Abracadabra!) transform neglected land into green space. Eventually, plants sprout up in place of dirt, weeds and invasive species.
Guerilla gardening with seedbombs—clandestine small-scale planting attacks—is more than just planting. It’s putting green where it’s not expected—it’s putting something common in an unusual place or something uncommon in a usual place—it’s surprising people and making them re-evaluate their position in the natural world. Guerilla gardening is my way of spreading seeds—starting a positive epidemic of my own.
Now get out there and scatter some seeds of your own.
I’ve been receiving sweet thoughtful notes and photos lately—sent by folks inspired by my BOOK. Thank you. Thank you for keeping me going. It’s been a busy few months and I LOVE hearing from you. Keep sending me photos of your finished book projects. The first 20 folks I hear from will receive a little something special in the mail in return. You can reach me right here: marcie at mossymossy dot com