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    that hope blooms eternal
    pushing the way
    through cracked stone
    rebirthing the Earth

    What is a seed
    but a miracle
    right in front of me

    What am I
    but a miracle
    to be seeing this right now…

Each year, I become embroiled in a passionate love affair with the tiny flowers of springtime. I experience such a thrill of discovery and a sense of tiny, basic miracles when I see what new surprising gifts the land has to offer. Some of the tiny flowers are so small as to be overlooked unless you’re paying attention. And, I love that they’re already there. I don’t have to plant or water them or worry about them, I just get to see them. There is such diversity in the types that bloom and it seems like each month has a new gift to offer and something new to discover. I love watching the spontaneous unfolding of new colors in the field and grasslands, unimpressed with whether they have human observers or not, just doing their tiny flower thing. While I also like seeing things that other people have planted or that I’ve planted myself, there’s really nothing like seeing what the ecosystem has planted on its own.

One of my favorite woodspriestess practices is based on a poem from the book Earth Prayers.

Step out onto the Planet
Draw a circle a hundred feet round
Inside the circle are
300 things nobody understands, and, maybe
nobody’s ever really seen.
How many can you find?

–Lew Welch

This is so simple, so potent, and so powerful that it gives me chills every time I read it. I am stunned by the beauty of living on this planet. When I feel tired, discouraged, or hopeless, I take myself on what I call a "300 Things" walk. One year when the dogwoods were blooming, I went out to admire my favorite tree. After admiring it, I lamented how we don’t have any pretty redbud trees in our woods. But, then, my 300 things eyes snapped like a magnet into the woods beyond the favorite dogwood I was standing right in front of and lo and behold there WAS a redbud there.


The same week of my redbud awareness, I also mentioned how I didn’t have any violets and should dig some up to transplant from my mom’s house. Well, look what happens when you go on a 300 things walk? It turns out there are plenty of wild violets right next to our front porch.

That day, I sat on the rocks and noticed a blue jay flying in the woods. I thought about how many things live their lives in these woods without anyone even noticing. I thought about how there was only one redbud on the whole hillside. Then, looked to my right and suddenly there was another redbud I had overlooked before. And, another blue jay flew above it…

How many can you find?


More earthprayers and messages from the forest are available in my short e-book of poetry.