to the seeds we sow.

Each change of season asks us to lay down our tools and slow our momentum enough to witness our tireless cultivations. 

This time is our call to presence; like a guardian calling to the children across the yard that dinner is served, this is our call to come home again. To this, we must follow the long trenched intentions complete with the elements of our hard work back to initiation. We must witness what has sprouted to fruition and in that, see the dark soil bearing those which have not. We must give ourselves permission to feel shame, guilt and failure, and then compassionately practice in our innate ability to begin again. We must know our own dirt-engrained hands in reverence and then faithfully hang up our coat and boots in the steady beating heart that is our home. With this, we must take note of the quality of relationships within, and then witness and learn from their correlations to our relationships without. We must gather, discard, file, detox and finally lay ourselves down to rest. 

Then with a full belly and heart, walk back into the garden of our awakening and prepare to sow again.