Begin by imagining yourself as a seed,
Sleeping deeply in the womb of winter.
It is quiet here,
As you slumber alongside your seed siblings,
Hibernating beneath your furry forest cousins,
Curled up in their burrows.
All around you,
Life takes its sacred pause.
Allow your breath to be a sacred pause here and now.
The frost begins to soften at the slightest touch of the returning sun.
Tiny rivers of water weave through the earth.
But still you rest,
Until the hum of changes around you creates an irresistible stirring within you.
As the snow melts,
Your tough outer seed skin begins to soften.
The lengthening light reaches the center of your being,
And something in you knows it.
It is time to awaken.
Slowly,
Carefully,
You begin to unfold from your center.
As ribbons of steady roots reach down and wrap deep,
Tender green shoots stretch hungrily towards the sun with open arms.
And even though you've never done this before,
Some part of you has been doing this forever.
Courageously pulsing forward into the dark unknown,
Carried by something ancient.
Something rhythmic.
Something that knows the way.
The way to begin.
The way to rest.
And to rise.
The way to root deep,
And reach tall.
And to the timeless unfolding of your own rebirth.
