A seed fell into the bed of the earth, along the way the seed met up with friends, who challenged it to transform: the heavens sent rain, the sun sang, time gave it a hand. Many moons passed and the essence of the seed could not be seen, it had become what it was meant to be, a pine tree.
We are what we receive, and what we give of ourselves, we are part of the tree of life. Rooted, nourished and becoming. We have the ability to go forth in many directions, we can reach to the heavens.
A small pine wood panel, carved and painted in the 18th century. Gives beyond its time as a seed.
Where do the roots of your heart lead you?
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