What seeds will you tend to today?

How will you separate them from the safe belly of their fruit or flower? What mindfulness can you bring to this cycle of life that the natural elements have done so perfectly for thousands of years? Will you dry them off and tenderly pack them away for the winter months? Will you let them rest until returning their smooth bodies to April’s damp cool soil? Or will you rinse them and roast them and savor the brief sweetness of their small gift?

What metaphorical seeds can you sow today, as the season fully turns inward and the world of humans marches on in stumbling determination?