Planting Seeds is Radical!

Threads weave subtle messages within the sadness of these times.  It is in the memory to stay awake, and keep  that fire of hope rekindled within.  Some days this is hard work.  Other days a walk within the trees  roots me to this beautiful place-  within my heart-  Roots me in Belonging.     I am remembering the second spring i planted corn-  Seed from seed that had grown on Vashon, passed  from friend to friend.  Kneeling down, i held the seed of Painted Mountain in my  left palm and felt a rush of understanding of all  who had planted this Seed's Ancestor Seed,  the connection felt an endless thread of  seed, hands, beaks, paws, plant, soil  seed saved and shared, cared for and tended.  In that moment, i felt: that if there is a  'God' -it is this Seed and the origins  of this Seed and the future of this Seed.     This was a deeply emotional moment for me and to recall it now, i can see where i was kneeling, looking at my hand holding the seeds i am about to plant- a prayer in its deepest form- an honoring that comes through the heart. Seeds come in many forms, and we plant them, with or without an understanding to the power of what we plant.  I see this as a choice and a responsibility, as a radical offering.     Footnote: I recently read that the root of radical comes from the late Latin  radicalis  "of or having roots" and means "going to the root of things" I LOVE this!

Threads weave subtle messages within the sadness of these times.

It is in the memory to stay awake, and keep

that fire of hope rekindled within.

Some days this is hard work.

Other days a walk within the trees

roots me to this beautiful place-

within my heart-

Roots me in Belonging.

 

I am remembering the second spring i planted corn-

Seed from seed that had grown on Vashon, passed

from friend to friend.

Kneeling down, i held the seed of Painted Mountain in my

left palm and felt a rush of understanding of all

who had planted this Seed's Ancestor Seed,

the connection felt an endless thread of

seed, hands, beaks, paws, plant, soil

seed saved and shared, cared for and tended.

In that moment, i felt: that if there is a

'God' -it is this Seed and the origins

of this Seed and the future of this Seed.

 

This was a deeply emotional moment for me and to recall it now, i can see where i was kneeling, looking at my hand holding the seeds i am about to plant- a prayer in its deepest form- an honoring that comes through the heart. Seeds come in many forms, and we plant them, with or without an understanding to the power of what we plant.  I see this as a choice and a responsibility, as a radical offering.

 

Footnote: I recently read that the root of radical comes from the late Latin radicalis "of or having roots" and means "going to the root of things" I LOVE this!