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 I was reminded once again this past week of the power of seeds as I read, “The Seed Keeper,” by Diane Wilson. The way seeds tell stories of what and who came before us. The way seeds lie and wait and then awaken when the time is right.
It’s seeding time for us. Time to wake up our seeds. To believe that there is life and that plants will grow and a harvest will come. Do you have any stories about seeds? Do you remember someone in your family that saved seeds? The Seeds Speak "We are hungry, but the sleep is upon us. We are thirsty, but the Mother has instructed us not to wake too early. We are restless, chafing against this thin membrane, pushing back against the dark that bids us to lie still, suspended in a near-death that is not dying. We hold time in this space, we hold a thread to infinity that reaches to the stars....." Diane Wilson |
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