06/27/2022
Here's a lovely, centering read if you're in need of that today. 🌱
An expression of faith
In life Herself
Is to sow seeds into dark soil
Not knowing what awaits.
Returning to the patience
Reverence
Grace
Humility
Practiced by our ancestors.
Who knew how to feed the hungers of time that call down the rains
With a simple song.
It is those kinds of people
Whose memory courses through my veins, like wild rivers.
Reminding me to wake up amidst the confusion
To do what must be done to feed the children.
To tuck vibrant seeds into fertile soil
And patiently tend the garden, back bent in service.
To those whose faces look up at us from the well-worn path we walk.
The garden that our ancestors left for us is beautiful.
May we water it well with our tears and our laughter, our stories, and our songs.
Today I choose to plant seeds of hope into the winds of an unknown future.
May we grow from this tiny seed of remembrance.
This intimate immensity.
Coming totally apart, emerging out of the hard shell of generations of protection and prayer; a seed coat tempered by love and loss, joy and pain.
Completely coming undone to reorient to this new form.
It's a New dawn.
The time to be those ancestors our grandchildren are waiting for is upon us.
What seeds are you sowing?
— Rowen White
Artist: Simon Silva, simonsilva.com
