Here’s a question from a new inspiration card that hit me this morning:
What sprouts from the seed of you?
Think about it. The seed totally decomposes so its DNA can manifest as something that looks entirely different. If we use the seed metaphor and let ourselves sprout, what WILL we look like? What will we become? What fruit will we bear? Will we be a shade tree? Who will be nourished by our presence?
Imagine, who you are, how you look, what you do, all that is part of your life to-date, is but the seed for what is yet to sprout.
What is blocking total decomposition?
What is your shell made of?
What water, sunshine, nutrients are feeding you now?
How willing are you to be seed?