Today being Sunday, I am the speaker and demonstrator at a local spiritual venue, something which I do in my spare time at various Spiritualist Centres around our area as invited Medium. I am often asked when I go to such services which Hymns I enjoy.. And always say I don’t mind as I’m happy to sing whatever the choice for the evening’s service.
But the hymn “We Plough the seeds and scatter the good seed on the land” springs to mind as I type up here, as seeds and jigsaw pieces have played a huge part within my Blogging world of late, as I try to plant a few seeds within your own minds.
I was reminded once again about Seeds, as I was updating and deleting many of my Old Word Documents today I came across this piece I wrote back in 2007. And as nothing is ever by Chance! It was part of a post I did on a forum. It didn’t have a title and I can’t even remember if I posted it .. But I will give it a title today..
Scattered Seeds of Thought.
Are we not all seeds? Have we not all been scattered?
Some may have fallen upon what is termed ‘the good earth’.
Whereby some may feel they have had all the benefits of a rich material upbringing.
Some seeds scattered may have felt they missed the ploughed furrow, the less fortunate circumstances, but have still had a good foundation in which to grow.
And others have fallen upon the rocky edges where they have struggled to extend their roots to draw upon the nourishment and courage to grow, and have shrivelled in their insecurities.
While others get entangled within the weeds, as they flounder, seeking to find themselves but being overshadowed by others until the wheat is no longer recognisable.
We may feel that it is the farmer’s hand of fate which determines where we shall fall?
But does not every seed have within it the same potential of growth?
Does not each seed no matter upon which ground it falls extends its roots downward searching for that nourishment which to feed from?
Does it still not lift its head and bend searching for the light?
Each of us has that potential to grow to bloom no matter what path we find ourselves upon.
I have witnessed many beautiful flowers that have fallen into crevices upon my concrete pathway, which I have marvelled that they have taken root and bloomed.
And I have often wondered at the strength of the weed, as I have seen the dandelions push there way through solid tarmac growing healthily and strong.
And I have planted many a good plant in good fertile earth, fed and fussed over it, only to have it wilt and die
We have many fertile fields awaiting us. And that there are millions of different seeds we can sow.
But we must bring to our attention to the seed within, the strength we need to find starts within that centre of our Being.
To unfold ourselves to the warmth of the sun
We need to reach forever upward to allow ourselves to absorb that life giving
It is only ourselves that give us Labels. It is only ourselves who determines what is a weed and what is a flower..
Within Our Earth Mothers Garden we are all equal in beauty all of us grow from the same beginnings.. We each of us start life as a seed..
The Harvest of Life is soon about to show us what we
What we Sow, so shall we Reap..
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