A moist fertile ground was underfoot.
I have felt a change in the air, though there isn’t a breeze. Something new has taken root, there is a urgency to dare go where I never thought possible.
We hold seeds, waiting for the right season to plant them. Waiting can be hard, but if we plant them too soon they might not take root … when the sun warms and the rain softens the ground, a seed drops and we gently cover it, wondering if it will take the entirety of our soul to let it grow … waiting carefully not to pull at it, or stomp out the little green things that might appear. Believing in it, we water it, shelter it, give it room to grow with a gentle hand.
Tender and true through the seasons it becomes, changes colors, grows mightily, endures pruning, stagnation, and blooms. A love exchange.
As I go through my day I think to myself: Isn’t life incredible, challenging, fearless, oh so bold and lately a bit scary, fragile needing extra care.
It is easy to become caught up in the day, forgetting to see such tender growth, the underline hope, the smell of rain, the sun warming my back. More so, it is easy not to notice the person right in front of me, the inner song, their spirit, the beating of their heart, the source that passes between us when we are open and inviting.
… it is about taking life’s shovel in hand, digging into the day-to-day experiences and planting with our heart, mind, and soul. The newness, the growth, the change starts with planting a seed.
Plenty of dream seeds in hand, now courage.
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