Seeds: the beginnings of life Since we are now well into Autumn, nature has taken what it needs from the plants, leaving behind the husks and pods and flower skeletons. The last few tufts of seed, carried away by chilly Autumn winds. I love seeing all the changes and watching my favourite summer wild flowers fall asleep; resting their pretty little heads until the Spring. Its a different kind of beauty. The bright colours are gone but earthy tones remain and some really cool seed pods and twiggy things. Great for photography! As the seasons transition, we can take this time to do some transforming too. Nature is just so clever, nothing can be perfect and beautiful all the time, its not possible. Every stage is equally as vital, the plants know that and accept it. I think that is what we should all strive for: to accept our own limitations and embrace our humanness with open arms. Yet we expect so much of ourselves all the time.It doesn't make us happy and inevitably at some point we can no longer keep up with our own ridiculous demands; we crash. I fell spectacularly off my happy wagon this week then lay in the dirt for a few sad days. I had let my mind run wild and I got overwhelmed and scared and that's when bad things happen for me. When i try to do too much, my whole being freaks out and its rubbish for everyone. So i learnt from it, took a few deep breaths and carried on. I'm taking life very slow these days, one baby step at a time. There's a beautiful quote that is both thought provoking and incredibly obvious all at once: “For a seed to achieve its greatest expression, it must come completely undone. The shell cracks, its insides come out and everything changes. To someone who doesn't understand growth, it would look like complete destruction.” Cynthia Occelli I love that. If i was good at drawing I would love to do an illustration depicting it but drawing is not really a skill of mine. And that's okay! I can just be inspired by it in my mind. I've felt a bit like a seed for the past few weeks; i've often compared myself to a rootless tree. I had no real connection to anything because i kept moving and refusing to commit and let some roots develop. But i can feel myself growing now, sprouting some leaves and tentatively reaching up through the soil. Nothing but blue sky ahead. By Spring i'll be well on my way i'm sure. Maybe i'll become a daffodil; that would be nice.
Many plants looks dead or decaying in winter but they're not! In spring they will bloom again, strong and bright and ready. Their little seeds have flown away to become their own plants, allowing the parent plant some time to rest. Seed pods have dispersed their seeds and are now happily retiring on the forest floor, ready to add nutrients to the soil, hence supporting new life. On a side note, they can also make great jewellery and decorations, I have a vase of dried poppy and iris in my room... My message today is just to accept the journey, every minute of it. Find beauty and value in every step. From the transformation to the resting time to the regeneration. Life is messy and wild and unpredictable, the sooner we can accept that and relinquish control, the happier we will be. Hey, take a nap, put something comfy on and revel in nothingness. Though its not nothingness at all, you're making like a seed and regenerating; transforming slowly but powerfully from the inside. I promise that if you give yourself time to be, you'll feel a change. It's invisible, like all magic is, but so very real.
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