From small things...

When I was a little girl I would gather acorns and bring them home to my mother at the end of the day.  She received them in the same spirit as they were given; as tiny treasures, and she kept them in a beautiful box on her vanity.  The box  has since come into my possession, a treasure containing treasures.  Something inside me knew that there was something special about these little things - so often overlooked and crushed beneath careless feet.  I didn't actually know what they were then (I was three or four) but I gathered them up for the woman who filled my existence with love.

Thirty-three years later and I find myself marveling at the perfectly-formed acorn of a California Black Oak, found on a walk this past Autumn.  Of course, I know now what it is and that from the acorn comes the tree. I take this knowledge into myself deeply on the heels of a winter season that has been a season of intense shadow work and inner exploration.


It is the seed that grows the garden, the spark that builds the fire, the tiny Chickweed flower - often overlooked, but full of powerful healing properties and it is the acorn that grows into the mighty Oak tree.  From small things, greatness often comes.  I receive this medicine as the days grow longer and tiny bits of new life begin bursting forth all around me.  I meditate on it now and remind myself in the moments when I feel small.  

Feeling small often keeps me from putting pen to paper - or when I do, from sharing the words with other eyes.  But more and more I feel compelled to.  I feel the urge to hold out my hand to anyone who may want or need to take it - for anyone who may be feeling small.  It is never too late.  You are exactly where you need to be in this moment.  

What great thing are you growing into?

Acorn