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?