Of Seeds

In the gardens of your imagination, scatter seeds. Scatter seeds, and let them be nourished by the waters of your inspiration. Let them be fed by the light of your love. Let them blossom boldly; in full view of your courageousness. For what are we all, but the stories of a single seed.

And as we grew through darkness towards the light, we came to know many things. And some of these things gave us joy. And some of these things brought us sorrow. But as we continued to unfurl our delicate vines and tender tendrils towards the sun of our hopes, the petals of our visions began to unfold; surrounded by the intoxicating headiness of our wafting dreams.

The instructions for caring for a seed are thus follows:

As you hold your seed in your hand, as it makes its presence known, welcome it. Welcome it into your arms and into your world. Welcome it into your heart, and give it the honour it so deserves. Cherish your seed, for there is truly none other like it in all the wide world.

And though there are many a kind of seeds, remember that most can only become what they truly must when we are willing to release them unto the Earth.

And there will be times that we forget the seed is there.

And there will be times that we fear the seed has died.

There will be times that we are so excited that we are tempted to peek in on it, or help it along the way just a little.

But rest assured, your seed will grow. It has been designed to know exactly what to do, and when the moments have converged, and the timing is precise, it will begin its metamorphosis.

And when it has grown, and when it has flowered, when it has spread its limbs and stretched its branches, when it has tasted the seasons and has known of life’s passages, when the time comes to harvest its sweet and succulent fruits, take pause and remember…

take pause, and give thanks.