The story continues. The seedling speaks to me: "It is still the
time of darkness. I have given myself to the Earth. I know it is not
an accident that I am here. I know that I have all that is needed within
me to go deep down into the Earth in one form and to come back up through
all the layers in another form. I hear the call of the mantle below
me. I hear the call of the Life within me and I go. I crack the shell
that encases me and I send my roots down. I surrender myself to the
call of the wild. I hear the call of my destiny and I go. I send my
roots deep down into the Earth. The Earth has invoked me. I welcome
continues. I speak to the seedling: "In human form I, too, am a
seedling. It is still the time of darkness and I, too, have given myself
to the Earth. I have often wondered what your journey was like as you
coursed your way down through the dark mantle, through the rocks, the
water table and, yes, all the way back up again in some other form.
The journey seemed very heavy, very dark. It seemed as if the entire
weight of the Earth was on top of you. Is there more to the story than
this unbridled confidence you emanate?"
smiled. "Oh yes, there is what I call the bittersweet complexities
of life. You know I apprentice myself to them each year, don't you?
I invoke the Magician within me and all around me to draw from the environment
that which I need to rise to the occasion. When water seems scarce I
send my roots deeper. When the sun seems overwhelming I seek the shade.
When conditions are just right I take advantage of the opportunity to
strut my stuff."
I had to laugh. I took a deep breath, closed my eyes, and took in the
power and the magic of our shared story, our shared destiny. This little
seedling was speaking a language I understand and admire. As I consciously
dedicate myself to Earth and to the Magician I willingly invoke the
"response-ability" to gently embrace the bittersweet complexities
of life. I know that I will be reminded again and again to take a deep
breath, to listen to the seedling's promise, to remember it's not about
me! This story is about invoking the wild rose, hearing the call, rising
to the occasion. This story is about the indomitable spirit of Nature
that we all share. Huzzah!
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