The dandelion puff ball speaks to me of grace, of delicacy, of lightness. As we age and go to seed as this plant, we have new-found freedom, we have learned to let go of the niggling problems of life and set sail. Our bodies may be lighter and more delicate, but that is a part of what allows us to move in new and different directions, no longer tethered to the stem, the life, the routine, that has grounded us in the past.
The horse chestnut from my yard reminds us that we are strong with a shiny and rich interior. We have protected ourselves in challenging situations – now is the time to reveal that which lies within.
The seedpod on the dogwood tree tells us that this seeding time is one of color. It’s time to shed the greys and tans, blacks and browns that we’ve worn on our bodies and souls and let the richest hues that make us who we are, be revealed.
The pinecone reminds me that here in our later years we can see and appreciate how we have been formed, layer upon layer of experience, all of which has shaped us. There are some conifers whose pinecones release their seeds only in fire – sometimes it is in our greatest testing, that our legacy is evident.
The cattails speak to me of the abundance that is ours to share. No single seed or gift here, rather a bounty of new life ready to be set free.
Finally the burr exemplifies our tenacity, our ability to stay with things, to not let go when we sense something really important is at stake. Our “seeded state” gives us this freedom, to speak our minds in ways we may not have felt free before.
Along with my garden, I am going to seed. It is fall. My – our – job, is to be certain that new life will follow. I am free; I am strong; I am getting to be more colorful; I have been enriched by both the good and bad in my life; I have much to share; and I am resolute in my desire to live life fully.
How about you?