Throughout my life, my center and balance have been nature and the animal kingdom.
When it is pure hand against stone, the universe will again point me back to the earth, nature, flora, fauna.
I was blessed with a nature that animals find nonthreatening. I'm usually able to get close enough to observe their majesty, it's truly been one of the greatest blessings of my life.
Be this as it may, it always seems that those moments of hand against stone lead us away from the very thing that heals us. Long hours at work, interpersonal frustrations of the daily that leave us so exhausted that it is any wonder we can perform the basics, and we fall into bed feeling empty, unable to see a future, grieving for broken expectations, or worse, defeated.
It has been my experience that when the Universe sees me straying from True Importance or the right kind of evolution, She will use abstract, and wonderful ways to direct me back to the Way. Now, figuring out exactly what that is, feels so many times to be a fool's errand. I keep thinking that it is a math problem to be solved, rather than an experience. I want to complicate, the Universe wants to simplify.
Well, how can this be a possibility when the very world itself seems to be more complicated as our weary days wear on?
All I have to go on is the memory of the past, where it seems the Universe had done exactly that. Simplified. Torn up the hard clay soil of my stubborn soul and planted a seed. Nothing is quick. It takes seasons.
Right in the middle of this maelstrom, I get a package from Linda Rand, a writer, poet, and a hands to earth wonder. Her eyes like the sea when the sun strikes it, her trademark fire engine red lips and corn silk flaxen hair, she herself is a vision. Her prose and art are an extension of that beauty.
From her apothecary and botanicals garden, she's sent me several little packages of seeds.
Enclosed are two pages of typewritten prose. I'm so thrilled to see this, I'm feeling transported a bit back to the era of Dorothy Parker. I finish reading and decide to plant the seeds.
With each planting, I set an intention. "Let one or more things I do today really matter to the fabric of the Universe." and "Give me the strength to see the process, and not the disruption."
Now I wait for these little seeds, in this garden and the one in the backyard.
