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A seed drifts by my second story window. Where will it land? Where will a new milkweed plant rise? And how many butterflies will be born from that one plant?
We can ask all these questions and still not have the answer, ever. Right now, as that seed floats on the breeze, anything is possible.
It feels as though we’re all seeds adrift, at the whim of the wind, waiting even as we’re moving through life. We feel the need to take action, but not all movement is equal and sometimes what feels like taking action is just busyness. And yet, in any movement we can learn, and grow and realize. And drifting can bring us to paths we wouldn’t have otherwise found.
Maybe drifting has its own purpose.
The seed floats until it doesn’t. It may or may not take root where it lands.
It may be drawn up into the air again and again. It may die before it lives.
And yet, if it does take root, if it does grow into a milkweed plant, if a butterfly lays its eggs on it and those eggs hatch and those caterpillars eat and grow and shed their caterpillarness and finally emerge as a butterfly. If all this, that butterfly will move with purpose and set in motion everything. It is driven to do what it does, to live and reproduce. And it gets carried by the breeze. It lets go.
And sometimes we let go. Life moves us and we move our lives. It’s all of a piece, so we can drift right now or we can make a plan and take action. Mostly we do both. This is how we cocreate. This is us becoming.
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