In Remembrance of Me

                Goddess Creation Myth (Continued)

Then she heard the voice of creation saying, “Behold my gift to you, the seed of life, divine container of creation, life generating itself over and over, throughout the seasons. Found in both the smallest and the largest, the sacred seed is my covenant to you: my promise of life for it holds within itself the never-ending cycle of birth, death, and renewal. Be not afraid of my cycles and embrace the changing nature of all things, the permanence within the impermanence. The seasons bear witness to this promise I manifested for you. For surely, the darkness and death of winter is followed by the light and renewal of spring.

Each of you, male and female, carry the seed of creation within, the source of new life enfolded with infinite possibilities. It is your holy lineage. And this will be your legacy–to plant the seeds of life: the seeds of beauty, nourishment, creativity, and eternal hope. Do this in remembrance of me. You are the caretakers of my body, the Earth. Plant seeds in remembrance of me. I entrust you with my garden, to care for and protect, and forever plant seeds that I might regenerate myself and feed you. Do this in remembrance of me.

As the wheel spins and the seasons turn, look to the longer days of spring, when the light ascends and overcomes darkness in its eternal dance across the sky. Celebrate the returning warmth, plant the seeds which you have nurtured and protected throughout the dark, winter months.

Remember, as within so without. Plant the seeds that will grow and nourish both body and soul. At this time of deep transformation, you can start fresh, enrich the soil of your consciousness, nurture the dreams that will inspire you to soar to your highest potential. And just as the seed must work to break the husk protecting it, thrust the roots of its creation into the nurturing darkness of the soil, struggle past the rocks and stones that would block its journey into the light of manifestation, so, too, you must break the husk of fears that would hold you back, move past the obstacles that keep you from reaching the light and love of your own divine expression.

Come, my children, take from the bounty of my seeds, embrace them, plant them in your hearts, name the husks that both protect you and hold you back, then dance away that which would contain you, dance your creation into the light, dance the renewal of life, dance your rebirth. Do this in remembrance of me.”

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