I spent a couple hours on Mother's Day morning sitting on the front steps transplanting seedlings into bigger pots. It was a beautiful morning and it felt very meditative and holy. The basil plants I was moving into bigger pots started out as seeds about the size of the period at the end of this sentence. In that tiny seed was the pattern for the shape and size of leaves and how the plant grows, the smell of the leaves (not rose-smell or orange-smell, but basil-smell), and the glorious taste of the leaves. I see yummy pesto in each plant's future.
All I did was plant the seeds and give them the proper conditions to grow. The Universe took care of the rest. What seeds might you plant today? Can you trust the Universe to provide the details?
Truly, gardening is a holy pursuit!!!
Have a great week!
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