Nothing Growing

Home from the conference and not a sprout to be found. I had high hopes that upon my return I would find a cabbage or radish seed busy making a plant for us all to see. No such luck. I am now wondering if the importance of real salt water is what was needed to replicate what Darwin had done so many years ago. Or maybe it wasn't seeds but the whole plant he floated. Either way, there is another round of this study ahead for me. I am planning a trip to the west coast soon and will see about starting the experiment when I get there. I asked if west coast blog followers would give the experiment a try but not takers yet. I guess the seeds still might sprout but I planted some other seeds next to the experimental seeds and they have all started to sprout. Maybe salt water slows the process? Who knows. Darwin I guess.

As for the conference, many new seeds are also on their way to being planted. I had the oppurtunity to hear a number of insperiring writer and editors (and one agent) talk about their experience in the writing and publishing world. It is such a dynamic world full of suprizes and talanted writers. I am hoping to keep up my practice and hopefullly some day publish.

Planting and Making Roots

Today is day three of moving seeds from the salt water bath to the earth. My oldest son thinks this experiment is pretty cool although I am not sure he fully understands what we have embarked on. Part of the reason I wanted to do this experiment was to see how the the long project would fair with children. So far, so good although think he just has experiments in his soul. Perhaps it is because his father is not only from England but from Kent the area which Charles Darwin called home. Or maybe it is(me) because I grew up in the same town the well known famous psychologist Eric Ericson retired. He is well known for theories in developmental psychology. I remember meeting him in our church in Tiburon California when I was very young and although I was years from knowing I has a passion for psychology I knew I was meeting an important man. He was quite old, gray and slow moving but carried himself with great confidence. I knew there was something wonderful about this man.

Maybe this research bug I have stems from all the training I was given in my education despite choosing a path of clinical work. Maybe it is just a good way to stimulate stories. Either way, the research and the planting must go on.