Winters child is the center of the curious pod.
Cut cross section
To reveal each perfectly placed son or daughter.
Within this strange creation lies the precious prize,
hidden among each fragile spec.
I am the witness
Innocently peering into this private world.
I am the surgeon
Carefully examining the sacred.
I am the lonely traveler
Gently tip toeing through seeds and threads.
I am the winter’s child
Searching for a quiet place to rest
Within the wide-open world.
Weeks 5. Patience.
A friend of mine has a wonderful collection of pods and dried botanicals. We kind of inspire each other to keep our crazy collections growing. She has this one pod that she opened up to show me the inside of. When I looked inside I felt almost like a spy looking into this small quiet world. This particular Pods was so interesting. It was in the winter mode, dried and bundled tight (kind of like the way we get in the winter). Many winter pods are still and at rest, their seeds incubated within. The seeds themselves are so delicate and small; each one can float away so easily. This reminded me of myself in a strange way. I am so easily distracted. I too can feel so small and fragile. At times when my fears become huge I feel as if I could be swallowed up by a strong gust of wind. But winter does seem to be about waiting and timing. Even though everything is always moving within nature, in the winter most things seem to slow down a lot. Slowing down to see where patience is required is possibly one of nature’s greatest lessons, one that I am trying my best to remember of as often as possible.