I’ve heard about planting seeds all my life. Actually I’ve even taught it. Plant seeds in a child and they will bloom! Seeds of good self-esteem, seeds of good study habits, seeds of family values, etc. Lots of seeds.
But I never thought about this Mexican saying: WE ARE THE SEEDS.
Think about it, as my son Peter would always tell me trying to prove a point. There have been many people who have tried to bury me… there’s a long list, believe me…. and here I am. There have been many people or a few who would have liked to or have actually buried you. Maybe you have a long list, too. Perhaps you are presently living with the Chief of the Long List. They think they have buried you! They thought they had buried me.
We’re still here.
You don’t believe me? You are reading this, right, cariño? You are the seed! You will peek out in your own time, in your Spring. Believe it! You need the tools: the right sun, the right amount of water, the right amount of time. IT WILL ALL COME TOGETHER. Believe on it! You are the seed. You will rise!
And how do I know?
Because I’m your Grandma Shaman.
And why else?
Because Basta ya! Enough already!