Sasq’et Heart

It’s Meditation Time, and in my mind’s eye, I was shown what looked like a seed pod. Excited to nurture it, I took it, buried it, and watered it, while the seasons came and went quickly, snow piling up and then melting away.

I was talking to it during this time, encouraging it to sprout and bloom, but it seemed contrary to any of my wishes for it. When I saw it wasn’t blooming, I felt somewhat sad, wondering about the failure. Why would it not sprout?

“Because,” the pod being said, cracking the cover and crawling out, “I am not a flower.” It began flapping little nubs until they flushed out to be big, beautiful, strong wings, wafting it aloft.