revival of the child self, the stillness within our greatest wealth     the light reflected in the eyes
of others   a thousand shining opals we receive for giving just one piece of
ourselves to the sea      releasing we start seeing how limitless this present
moment is   we trade love for lessons   years   petals unfurling  
  time experienced as soft creamy sweet smelling things  now browning
at the edges, drifting away to reveal the true source within. . .

touched my seed collection tonight, held the dirty, crumpled packets in my
hands- some unopened, bearing promises of "snowflake white"  or "velvety" or
"winter elegeance sweet peas," through my hands passed infinite genetic
information for Kinship parsnips and blue camas, for amaranth and and wild
luffa and Skullcap

something forgotten and buried stirs inside of me

I am reminded of hot sunny summer days spent collecting seed in the garden,
capturing each tiny little world in our hands, like children gathering rain,
or dandelion spores. . .

I am reminded of a future unkown, I find old photographs in the bag with the
seeds, photographs of distant sunsets, of desolate open roads, of places past
and work offered up and histories nearly forgotten. . .

I am overwhelmed with the vast beauty of this life-   it's sadness, it's
exquisite perfectness, it's immediacy

I close my eyes
                      gratitude and wonder

I want to cry and fly all at the same time, but instead all I do is stay still
and listen  

Thank you for your inspiration and guidance.  I don't know where I would be
without it.