March 2022: Seed Time

My little cousins came to visit, and we made a fine mess.

Seedballs!  Flower seeds mixed into potting soil and clay, then dried into portable pods.  You throw them here and there, and hope for flowers.  The hardened clay holds the seeds dormant til the rain comes and starts the germination process.  The potting soil gives the tiny plants a head start on nutrients til they take root.  Brilliant!
 
Tossing seedballs is irresistible fun.  And with any luck, there could soon be hundreds of wildflowers beautifying the rough spots and feeding the bees. 

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Several weeks ago that was the beginning of a lovely letter about seedballs and dream sharing, but then, between the war in Ukraine, the ongoing pandemic, constant evidence of entrenched racism, the growing influence of autocratic suppression of freedoms here and around the world,  and the dire new IPCC report, I ditched it.
 
All there is to say: Whatever you can do to help, please do it now.  You know how to give in so many ways.  Let’s help each other revive our efforts. 

Let's do what we do best: write, sing, share, create, defy.
Refuse, reduce, reuse, recycle, repair, restore.
Pray, seek equilibrium, keep heart and mind open,
take care of ourselves.  
 
Especially, let's do our shadow work. 
Let's watch for our shadows, in dreams and in waking life, and take back our projections so that we can behold and embrace
the difficult gifts before us. 
 
One more thing.
                                                                
Because dreams offer deep wisdom from the Source,
always in service of healing and wholeness...
and because any person’s dream awakens
individuating powers in those who hear it...
then by all means,
let's start sowing dream seeds wherever we can.

-Let's tell our dreams that carry healing and wisdom,
and explain why they matter.

-Let's ask to hear other people’s dreams, and really listen.

-Let's bring dreams into our families, our meetings, our churches, our places of discernment and decisions.

-Let's volunteer to teach others what we know about the necessary wisdom of the collective unconscious in dreams.

​​I’ve been hearing dreams about the climate, war, and suffering. Grim and beautiful, they offer a much larger perspective on our situation. Often, they conclude with a holy moment that deepens beyond grief, into collective tenderness and a community of quiet strength that shares both loss and hope.  
 
I trust that dreams arise from the divine essence within us, and that as we share them, they can help create the compassion and connection we need so much. Thanks for all you give this troubled, glorious world.

Deep dream wisdom to you,
Laura

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Another of my favorites, for your delight and inspiration:
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Miss Rumphius by Barbara Cooney.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o316NPC6K68 

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​Make your own seedballs!

Below is one of many YouTubes that shows you how.  Plain old clay dug up out of the backyard works great, no fancy clay powder needed. 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3tt1QrVTefo

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