Seeds of Potential

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Red Clover from my sketchbook

I’m thinking about gardens and growing things, as many of you are, after a year of enforced isolation, with Spring on the rise.  I’ve bought packets of seeds - some herbs, some flowers, some vegetables - and I want to see manifest what is growing within me. I’m at a new beginning in my life and filled with the energy to create more new things.

Seeds are a metaphor for new beginnings, for faith and hope and for fertility. Seeds are the concentrated energy of the plant and it’s potential. They carry their ancestor’s energy and dna. I know from past experience if I plant them, they will grow. And if I tend them and nourish them, guard and protect them when the weather is harsh or foreboding, chat with them and the spirits of the garden who help care for us all, they will actually flourish.  So... these seeds and their seedlings are the outward expression of what’s powering up inside of me.  We are all seeds of potential. 

I have often called myself an auditory learner because my experience has been that what I hear becomes imprinted in my memory.  But more and more, I find myself attracted to the visual and tactile experiences that make me FEEL.  Maybe we all are suffering some sensory deprivation as we have been bereft of community and  “up close and personal” experiences. The past year has been punctuated with moments of isolation and loss for most of us.

I will share with you a secret I’ve uncovered though, during the past year of captivity.  When you strip away all the distracting noise of Work BS, School BS, Social BS and Political BS... ad infinitum - what is left is you and your own BS and a prime opportunity for soul growth.  The opportunity to actually pay attention to little things - or big things - that might escape your notice in the daily rounds and routines of living. The time to meditate -ok, I was already meditating every day - but now twice daily, if the spirit moves me. The time to journal more and to ponder my deepest longings

For many years, I’ve wanted to have the time to garden and I’ve wanted to write a book.

In late January, I had a cosmic download about the book and began making notes. On February 1st, I started to write my book and it has taken off, almost writing itself

I also bought seeds and I started them inside, on Imbolc (February 1st) the pagan holiday that heralds the ending of winter and coming of the Spring Equinox. On the Celtic Wheel of the Year, its a time to celebrate both having survived the harsh winter and giving gratitude to the Goddess that brought us safely through. 

 My book and my seeds have sprouted and are little green blessings, hardy and thriving - all of it a testament to my paying attention. 

I’m excited to be writing and telling this story and I will periodically post excerpts here for you to experience and hopefully, pictures of my garden growing - A  reminder to us all that what we give our attention to is what grows and flourishes!