The seed and her savior

The seed and her savior

From the tiniest of the objects, long, soft, or warm, nature creates her symphony of motion and life affirmation activities. Here is what she does, for example. She puts a small entrapment with tiny skin, a pod to hold just two seeds. And then awaits the coming together of the frost and sun (and a brief conundrum of stars too, but let’s not go there yet). If it rains, it will wait. No hurry. If its too hot, ok. Too cold, I can live with that. And when the fine day arrives, she opens forth the two seeds it hid in the pod (like sleeper cells invoking their trigger) and throws them in a spring recoil as far from the tree as it can. Thus the Witch Hazel tree spreads its wings and increases her chance at living.

It is like the trees heard what the Lord said – “some seed fell on the path, some on rocky ground, some among thorns, and could not grow; other seed fell on good soil and brought forth much fruit….”

Why then shall we await this destiny of sorrow or joy, they ask the lord hesitantly, when “with a bit of blessing and nature’s wand upon us, we can invoke where we seek the farther land, how we seek the moors, and what permutation of the sun and rain and the stars will nourish our growth.”

Is it not then moral, nay our prerogative, to seek the happiest circumstances for our growth, and if the opportunity presents itself, and with a bit of work, should we not grow wings and not yet fly, be merry and not yet be unaware of what surrounds us, seek company and yet not let them hamper my shine?

The seeds, progenitors – carriers of genetic code- condensed life, as they fly though the air (just one time for their destiny is earth), seem to ask why await the assigning of happiness that diffuses all around us and that we ourselves can choose and pick and try and be?"