dry seeds scatter
from my hand into the wind
one clings
as if to say
there is in me
something yet to be
Jeanne Emrich
I've been walking every evening in the woods behind my mother's as a part of keeping balance. Shooting photography to capture the light as it hits certain objects has been part of my practice. It's also good material for thinking. Last night I reflected on seeds.
Seeds have such possibilities contained within in them. They may sprout and grow or remain fallow. For a time they may remain on the vine, dry and seemingly destined to not be. But then the wind of change comes, blows them to new journeys and then they germinate full of newness and life.
Right now I feel somewhat like that dry seed, but I know the wind of change is licking at my life and soon the aforementioned journeys will be mine.
Badly Drawn Boy, "All Possibilities":
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