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

11 3/4 inches: a family photo project

snowed in. nature’s power and beauty all around us. we spent the days cooking, baking, playing and trying, each of us, to capture some of the majesty.

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it’s been cold and cozy and it’s not over yet. photo credits to mrb and svb, they have the eye. a couple of these are mine too. why not guess who took which photos?

 

radical photographic art

It’s finally winter here. And it’s stunningly beautiful.  The kids are beside themselves.  The fire is blazing.  The pantry is full.  The male cardinals shine out like beacons in the bare trees.  I’d rather watch it than write about it today.  snow day

So, I’m looking through some old photos, and my memory catches to a day awhile back, spent sitting around a table with some friends.  Hooks, needles, and yarn in hand.

After chatting awhile, the first question arose:

“Where are the children?”

(Answer: Probably in the car, listening to music.)

Then the next question:

“Where is my camera?”

(Answer: Being put to good use!)radical photog 4

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hello there bright eyes!

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and they are farm kids, after all.

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what’s for lunch? oh, brother!

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Lulah doesn’t know how they made the effect on these photos.  We haven’t been able to re-create it with any combination of settings we’ve tried so far.  It was a strange and beautiful fluke and they used it to their best advantage.  Ah, the birth of art.

Happy Snow Day Friends!  Please stay home!