Yesterday was SUCH a great day in Canada! ❤❤❤
It is only today that my feet are starting to touch the floor again! Kids & I went to a nationwide event which was so full of kindness, harmony and goodwill. What an incredible outpouring of support! Heartwarming sense of community and true solidarity! Been awhile since I experienced such a profound, and moving, sense of utter connection with my fellow Canucks. There may be hope for the country after all!
Such a great start to the homeschooling year too. The absolute icing on the cake is that I don't think I could have provided a more meaningful education experience for my children within the remainder of this school year, that what yesterday's events provided for them. It was that epic. What a fantastic foot to begin the week with. I'm just feeling so blessed, grateful and totally renewed. Can barely stop smiling.
The connection with seeds.
It's been about 5 years that I've been socking away seeds. When it began, it all seemed very logical, economical, practical. My confidence started very low, since it's easy to be intimidated by what you don't know. Once you start to get a handle on things, even just trying it, the momentum builds. So I kept going, and the reasons to save seeds started growing as well; preservation, local adaptation, beauty, biodiversity. Then Seedy Saturdays came along, and I would sell some packets and maybe do a bit of talking, making back the yearly expenses and a bit to continue expanding. That was rewarding in its own way as well, and I really enjoyed it. Eventually I came to the conclusion that it could be a legacy for my children, living memories of their childhood locked in glass bottles. Seed genies, just waiting for soil and water to appear. As a homeschooling mom, it made sense. The garden has been such a big part of family life for us.
But all along, in some ellusive sense, I felt that there was another influence exerting itself over this ever expanding seed collection. All the reasons my mind listed were real, but there was something else in there pushing it too. I just didn't understand what. It was like I was Noah, but in my case I hadn't gotten any specific directive or explanation. I just started hammering stuff together, sort of knowing why, but also going on a kind of blind instinct. At some point, when the seeds started to number in the thousands, and with the super seedy stuff like tomatoes, probably into the tens of thousands or more - well, I don't think I could possibly use up, or sell, the seeds in my lifetime. Not even if this was my last year saving seeds; at least not in the garden I have today.
Yesterday seemed to answer so well that ellusive unknowing of what started years ago as an inkling. The reality that seeds can help people. That seeds can feed people, and that people will want them someday, maybe for the first time in their whole life, regardless of age. They might even need them. When people begin to remember, or realize, how important freedom is, how close it is to slipping away, they want seeds, because they are a kind of freedom too. The placard I brought I found in the basement at the last minute, given how sudden the opportunity was to go; I grabbed an old, beat up used and bent foam board that was once a garden display. It was the only thing I had. I didnt even think about the seed photos that were visible on the backside; it's as if it was preordained. More than one person looked at me inquiringly after glancing the back of the board......"you have seeds?" To which I answered yes, of course, and their eyes registered a look which I can't quite put to words but seemed a mixture of relief, and proof of a cosmic order. 'You're just who I've been looking for' they said. Little do they know, that I've been looking for them too. ❤