Breaking Through...for Marietta

The she seed is planted, left in the nestling darkness of our mama Gaia. Life giving water and steady sunshine sending sustenance to her center, thus beginning the energy shift inside this tiny vessel that will some day provide food or shade or shelter.

We now know, the work is over, we have tilled and toiled, prepared the ground to accept that which we have placed with in it. The harvest awaits us, there will be much celebrating!

For the seed, however, the work is just beginning. The painful, some times orgasmic, long process of breaking through has only just begun. First, is the fracture of the exterior that houses the eventual bounty hidden in the very soul of the seed.....a sacrifice the she seed must endure if  she is to live and thrive. Then onto the arduous journey out of the crevice, into the soil attempting to absorb any nutrients that await her newly birthed shoot there. Pushing, pushing, wanting to give up, wanting to succeed all in the same moment. These moments of tortured hope continue until the day the shoot breaks the surface and can witness the sky. She's heard legends of this place from her soul center, she has made it to this sacred station.

Many weeks or months of further process await the plant as she matures and grows, endures drought and flood......all of which she can not control. Finally, after pain and glory, sorrow and glee, her fruit is visible. Allowing herself to own a glimpse of pride, a bit of sweet accomplishment for breaking through this far. She has arrived.

The morning of harvest dawns, the mourning begins for her as well. The tribe gathers in full ceremonial garb, chanting, celebrating, singing the old songs once again....grateful. On this day, her fruit will be abducted, taken from her.... gently retrieved from her outstretched appendage.
And in this moment she knows she has fulfilled her purpose, the cycle has been completed.

As she lay upon the moist earth that has been her foundation for these months, she is grateful and peaceful as she begins to wither and the fluid leaves her frail body. For she knows in her leaving, new creation shall live in the remains of what she had once been, a green, lush, life giving wonder.

And the circle is completed once more.