Today’s Prompt: SEED.
“It always amazes me to look at the little, wrinkled brown seeds and think of the rainbows in ’em,” said Captain Jim. “When I ponder on them seeds I don’t find it nowise hard to believe that we’ve got souls that’ll live in other worlds. You couldn’t hardly believe there was life in them tiny things, some no bigger than grains of dust, let alone colour and scent, if you hadn’t seen the miracle, could you?”
― L.M. Montgomery, Anne’s House of Dreams
Take 15 minutes and choose one activity to do right now:
- Draw a seed of potential and imagine the conditions it needs to grow
- Write down all the possibilities that this seed holds. Write down what it means to be a sleeping seed? What conditions do you need to grow? What potential energy is within you? Imagine BIG. Like an oak tree or a ceiba. Or the biggest dream project.
- Draw/paint a beautiful garden abundant with growth.
- Plant some seeds.
- Copy the poem below by David Whyte or the quote above or find one that suits you on seeds.
- Or do anything that inspires you to reflect on your own potential.
What to Remember when Waking
In that first hardly noticed moment in which you wake,
coming back to this life from the other
more secret, moveable and frighteningly honest world
where everything began,
there is a small opening into the new day
which closes the moment you begin your plans.
What you can plan is too small for you to live.
What you can live wholeheartedly will make plans enough
for the vitality hidden in your sleep.
To be human is to become visible
while carrying what is hidden as a gift to others.
To remember the other world in this world
is to live in your true inheritance.
You are not a troubled guest on this earth,
you are not an accident amidst other accidents
you were invited from another and greater night
than the one from which you have just emerged.
Now, looking through the slanting light of the morning window
toward the mountain presence of everything that can be
what urgency calls you to your one love?
What shape waits in the seed of you
to grow and spread its branches
against a future sky?
Is it waiting in the fertile sea?
In the trees beyond the house?
In the life you can imagine for yourself?
In the open and lovely white page on the writing desk?
— David Whyte
What seeds are you planting today?
“Don’t judge each day by the harvest you reap but by the seeds that you plant.”
― Robert Louis Stevenson