Me, as a Seed

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          If I were a seed I’d, at first, be part of a plant. Depending on the plant, my own process for becoming a plant could involve a number of different adventures. For instance, the wind could blow me loose and I’d soar through the air. Maybe soaring low, maybe soaring high, until I landed on soil.
          Or maybe I’d land on a bird, or a ground dwelling animal, that would carry me even further. Foxes are cute and clever. I’d like to take a ride on a fox.
          Or maybe an animal would walk by, brushing the plant I’m currently a part of, I’d attach to its fur and I’d travel that way; by deer or by jack rabbit.
          Maybe heavy rains would wash me away from my parent plant and I’d travel by small stream until the stream gave way to creek or river or merely to saturated soil.
          Or maybe I simply fall from my parent plant, landing not too far away, as they stand over me or as they wither back into the soil.
          Once resting, I’d wait.
          I’d wait for the right amount of moisture to soften my protective outer shell. I’d wait for the right conditions, the right temperature. Worry can not touch me. My intuition guides me in every moment, especially the most important ones. Without doubt or even questions, I’d begin to let go, to open up, to embrace allowing my insides to bring forth a gift from the divine. What I become has always lived inside of me. With the right amount of sunshine, I’d burst forth on to the already magical scene, adding my own special, undeniable touch.
          I’ve been here all along, it’s true. But, in my intended and inevitable earthly form, I and the world around me are more aware of my presence than ever. All of nature embraces me, Life embraces me, I embrace me.
          I might provide sustenance. I might provide joy through my beauty. I might provide shade and protection through my leaves. I will most certainly just be. Just being is the thing.
          And I’ll grow seeds of my own that will fall, hitch a ride, ride a wave or just wander away to their own destiny. They are me, and I am them, in this endless, beautiful wave of existence.

What the Woodpecker Knows

The Woodpecker knows his role, his purpose, his talents

He goes about his day, without hesitation, drilling his way into trees, finding his dinner

He never doubts what his beak is designed for

He doesn’t doubt any of the actions he takes; flying, drilling, drumming on trees

He doesn’t think, he just does

He never worries if other birds or animals are judging his methods or if he’s making too much noise

He never once questions the outcome of his actions

He knows instinctively that his actions will result in what he intends because the actions are ingrained in him as truth, they are who he is

Trees and grass don’t think, they just grow

They do what they are designed to do

They exist in their truth

Nature’s intuition?

We must take cues from nature

She is here to remind and instruct

Do what you are intended to do

Share the gifts you have been entrusted with

The people who are destined to benefit from your gifts and experiences depend on you to know what the Woodpecker knows

To know that you can do no wrong, but that you can do SO MUCH GOOD, when you are doing what you are designed to do

Be who you are. Exist in your truth.

I’m a terrible vegan

I’ve been following a plant-based – alright alright – VEGAN, diet for approximately 6 weeks now. There’s, understandably, quite a bit of a learning curve and I find myself focusing primarily on what and what not to eat. There are a number of reasons to switch to a vegan diet and so many of those reasons come from personal convictions about our place in the world and how we choose to coexist with other living beings, both human and those of other species, i.e. global warming, animal rights, the very basic right to life, etc.

For myself, the most compelling reason involves living in such a way that allows me to live as in tune with my true self as possible. That’s where peace and freedom exist, therefore, that’s where I want to exist as often as I can.

Today, I purchased a new pair of sandals and then wore them around the rest of the day while running errands. While I was waiting in line at one point, it dawned on me that the top part of my sandal might actually be leather. In disbelief at my, possibly, obvious oversight, I pulled out my amazingly small computer (a.k.a. my phone) and started doing some research. To my utter disappointment, my suspicion was confirmed; the belly of an unfortunate animal was unnecessarily used in the making of my sandal strap. A synthetic material would have been just as strong, just as comfortable, just as reliable and without the pain and suffering of another. And this after going out of my way to find a coffee shop that offered a mocha that didn’t contain dairy. Words of defeat escaped my mouth, “I’m a terrible vegan.”

I then started thinking back on other purchases I had made throughout the day. What else had I totally blown it on? I had picked up my first guitar not long before. It seemed safe enough but, after further inspection, I discovered an inlay of abalone – another blow to life and my conscience.

I am a terrible vegan.

I am an imperfect person. . . as we all are.

Like probably almost everyone else on the planet, except maybe the sociopaths, I’ve spent much of my life believing that perfection does exist . . . just not for me. It existed for others who were smarter, more talented, more in tune with existence (and themselves) and better looking than I am. Everyone else seemed to have their shit together but me.

I’ve finally, and with much relief, come to the realization that EVERYONE believes they lack where others thrive but, in reality, none of us have it exactly right and none of us ever will and that’s perfectly alright. You might even say, perfectly imperfect (cheesy but true!).

So, yes, I’m an imperfect person for always and a terrible vegan for right now but part of growing as a person is making mistakes and learning from them. These things stick with you and help you make better decisions going forward. Just because I messed up today, doesn’t mean I’ll keep messing up in the same way for the rest of my life. I will continue to screw things up, there’s no doubt about that, but I will not let a mistake define me. I’ve done that for far too much of my life.

Maybe you look back on your life and wonder how it could have turned out differently. Maybe there are regrets that you live with every day; you dated/married the wrong person, you cheated on your spouse, you didn’t go to college when others did, you didn’t try for the job because you thought you weren’t qualified. Maybe you had children too young or not at all even though having children was something you always imagined for yourself. Maybe you’ve let your health go and are struggling to regain it. Whatever it may be, every passing moment is a chance to turn it all around. So, seize the day, as they say! Grow from mistakes and experiences but don’t let them define you. The only moment that exists is the one you’re in right now. Choose to forgive yourself and start fresh. Choose to embrace the reality of imperfection rather than be held captive by the debilitating  notion that perfection exists for others but not for yourself. We are all the other to someone. Choose to live in the present moment rather than one that can not be reclaimed or edited. Choose love for yourself. Choose life.