what the seeds told me this week

seeds 1Each and every seed carries within it the code for its own doom, as well as for the perpetuation of it’s own kind.

Upon making the effort the germinate, the individual seed itself is destroyed. It’s a beautiful destruction, as it may lead to another green plant, but be it a flower, a weed, or a tree, there is a destruction involved none the less.

The beans have a particularly creative style of accomplishing their transformation, as they use the meaty part of their seeds as the cotyledons, which wilt back as the true leaves mature. Other plants leave just a little husk behind as whatever is left of the seed is absorbed into stem or root, or sloughed off.seeds 4

Seeds have no choice. Given the right circumstances – temperature, moisture, light – a seed uses its inborn vitality and makes an attempt to germinate. If it has been made to wait too long in adverse conditions, that vitality may diminish, and if the moment to sprout never comes, the seed will eventually decompose. Again, the seed’s destruction feeds the living soil.  Whenever a seed gets an opportunity, it plays its part. Even at its own expense, the seed does what it can to bring about more life in abundance.seeds 5

The seed has no housework. The seed doesn’t make apologies. The seed doesn’t juggle a busy schedule. The seed doesn’t linger with good-byes.  The seed has no choice. We do.

Change challenges us. And change is completely unavoidable. There’s something about our capacity for freedom that breeds a spirit of resistance, and attachment. But if we resist the change coming our way, we will still be changed by the very fact of our resistance. If we cling to our beautiful moments, they will never mature into the sacred mundane. If we cling to our pain, we might not find out what it was for.

Some changes are more difficult than others. We are not seeds. We choose. Every moment, we choose, to be awake to life and its changes, or sleep through it and deal with change re-actively, and in the retrospect. To take the bull by the horns, or be thrown. But we can take a lesson from the seeds. They are sprouting up all over the place right now.

The lesson is clear…

Sprout. Grow. Bloom. Set free some more seeds.  Carry on.seeds 2seeds 3

Set aside fear, and vanity.  You will never be the same.  You never were.  Don’t let your unfulfilled potential rot like a seed that never got a chance. When it’s time to grow – let grow.

It’s Life itself that is really so beautiful.seeds 6

right now :: iris cristata

On the verge of a rainy day, there were so many more things we could have tried to squeeze in, but the woods were calling.  We headed out to our favorite patch of Jackson County hillside.

Lulah decided she wanted to go to the very top of THAT hill.  (It’s a steep one.)  Levon declared himself finished about 3/4 of the way up, but with a little support he made it up the final scramble.wildflower steep

We walked on deer trails, proving time and again as we slipped and slid that we are not deer.  We sometimes clambered with our hands as well as our feet.  There were places that felt as though they had rarely been walked upon by people.  So steep and rough, but also deeply quiet and beautiful in a way that could not be maintained in the presence of very much traffic.wildflower kids

And such an abundance of flowers.  Down in the hollow there was the standard array of trilliums, may apple umbrellas, violets and phacelia.  On the way up the selection changed, with fire pinks, clumps of delicate sedum, violet wood sorrel, and a patch of blooming paw paws to delight our senses.  At the very top of the hill there was an out cropping of upland blueberries in bloom that I don’t remember seeing before.

But the biggest thrill was happening upon this huge the cascading blanket of dwarf crested iris in bloom.wildflower iris patchwildflower iris close up

Spring is just exactly what we needed.  What a gift.wildflower lulah


 Ah Sun-flower! weary of time,
Who countest the steps of the Sun:
Seeking after that sweet golden clime
Where the travellers journey is done.
Where the Youth pined away with desire,
And the pale Virgin shrouded in snow:
Arise from their graves and aspire,
Where my Sun-flower wishes to go.
~ William Blake