Seeds for the Journey

Tiny seed in the ground, take your rest; be fed by the fertile ground in which you’ve been

planted. It’s cold now, but you’re insulated and safe from the elements

Wait for spring, for that’s your time. Your tender shoots pierce the earth

With sunlight and rain, unfurl silky green leaves and raise your head towards me

Stand tall as your beauty is appreciated, confirmation that your journey was not in vain

Winds of Change

The winds of change are blowing. Swirling in my soul is a restlessness to not settle for what is comfortable and familiar. The restlessness, I’m well acquainted with; the blessing and at times, curse of a seeker’s soul and maverick’s spirit. But change for the sake of change isn’t always good. Sometimes it’s disastrous unless it’s driven by greater meaning and purpose.

 The gust pushing on my back is ushering me into new territory. Clutching tightly to the Compass of My Soul, which direction should I take?