Seeds of Light

From here, we can see it. We delicately place the seeds under soil, knowing that in days, weeks, months it will sprout. We have a perspective that eventually, with the correct nourishment, sunlight, and sweet songs, those seeds will crack open, and make their way to the light. They will push through the soil and bloom, bear fruit. From here, we can see it clearly.

And what about our darkness? What about the black emptiness that surrounds us? What about the despair that hangs cloaked heavy with our tears? What about this mysterious sadness that sweeps in? Are we like the seed?

Were we planted moons and moons ago and forgot? Were we thrust down into the deep earth and left? Who would do such a thing to us? There are no ladders up. No crack of light. No voice to call us back to the light.

There is even a thick shell between our soft insides and the nourishment we need. A shell that will not, can not move. We are tight, solid, unforgiving in our shape. Dense with life. The walls feel immovable.

Is this hopeless? Do we collapse into ourselves? Resigned to the dark? Forsaken by light?

But think of the seed. We know a seed is nourished by the deep darkness. There is no other way to sprout. There is no other way to gestate and gather nourishment. We must be consumed with darkness, no way out, to become trees. There is no other way but darkness to crack the shell and push like our lives depend on it up through concrete and boulders and driveways. Darkness is the only way. This magic cannot happen in the light. We would know too much.

There is life living through the seed that pushes it upward in the despair. There is a rising in the seed that points the green fuse towards the sun. Something keeps us going through the deepest nights. What is that?

There is a force, deep in the atoms of every living thing, that pushes through, that rises. Even and especially in the darkness, it rises. It rises while we sleep, cry, fight, and disown. We will evolve. Unknowingly or not. We can trust that a seed will find it’s light.

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Join me to nourish your growing seeds, to trust the light, to feel your way through the final throes of winter. Equinox Kundalini: Seeds of Light is a dynamic, powerful weekend retreat full of ceremony practices to ground you in this sacred time of the season and kundalini yoga to cleanse, purify, renew in order to bring LIGHT back into the body. Bring your intentions for the coming year. And/or simply bring a willingness to trust what is rising in you! Known or unknown!