Seed Bearer by Sara Wright



Yesterday old eyes
stung –
fierce white
heat –
blurred vision.
Singing love songs,
I scattered seeds
in furrows
raked smooth,
tucked tufts
under stone…

Imagining
a Wildflower riot!
Bittersweet orange,
blue and gold
winding through
rice grass –
sage scrub,
vining over
wave -like gopher mounds.

I curb wild imaginings.
High Desert
discerns
what springs
to life – who
will bear flowers
or fruit –
not me.

I am Seed Bearer,
Earth’s Daughter –
a woman who
honors her Mother
by aligning herself with
Her Will.

Seedcasting
opens the door
to Ancient Story –
Original Memory is
restored.

“Mother’s day”
occurs just
as the snow
recedes,
on the cusp
of dark wings
who flash crimson
in the heat of the
son.

 

 Working Notes:

I wrote this poem on March 25th without the conscious awareness that I was participating (for the first time this year) in the most ancient practice of seed sowing while honoring that first mother’s day with seed songs…

Because women’s stories live through me it no longer matters what my conscious intention may or may not be. My mind – heart body knows what to do and just when to do it.

Originally, ‘mother’s day’ was a celebration of the Earth Mother whose early spring stirrings begin in the northern hemisphere in late March.  Thirty years ago when I first discovered this information in a book of women’s mythology I was struck by the feeling sense of discovering a profound truth that has been buried by Patriarchy.

So it remains to this this day.

 

Sara is a naturalist, ethologist ( a person who studies animals in their natural habitats) (former) Jungian Pattern Analyst, and a writer. She publishes her work regularly in a number of different venues and is presently living in Northern New Mexico.



Categories: Ecofeminism, Feminist Ethics, Goddess, Poetry

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16 replies

  1. Beautiful!

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  2. Happy Mother’s Day to us all. Happy day to dedicate to our Mother Planet.

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  3. Yesterday, my old eyes also stung from the light as I seeded my little kitchen garden. I feel a closeness with you Sara, in the planting of seeds and your powerful verses of life.

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  4. Thank you Barbara. There is sense of interconnectedness to all life as we “seed” and tell our stories.

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  5. Lovely poem! Thank you for sharing it, Sara.

    I am too far north to seed outside yet but that never stops me. The itch to start sowing begins in mid-March even with feet of snow on the ground. My window sills are full of pots with varying stages of growth flowing out of them. Some will continue to grow in them and others will find their way into the garden in a couple of months. What a joyous thing it is to put that tiny seed into the earth and watch it grow into a beautiful plant. It is such a magical process! And I am in love with it.

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  6. Like you, seeding is for me a magical process and I too am in love with it! What’s interesting for me, is that I have spent most of my life in the Northeast, and in Western Maine, March is full of snow! Yet the need to plant something always started then even though I didn’t actually sow outdoor seeds until the end of May. Here in New Mexico the first plants turn green and tiny desert wildflowers begin to bloom in March and I can scatter seeds!

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  7. Thanks here, Seed Bearer — Sara Wright — “A Wildflower riot!” And so very delightful too and how lovely, where you say: “Singing love songs, I scattered seeds in furrows.” That so beautiful, so gentle, so good.

    And also regards scattering those seeds, I noticed this morning, much admired Senator Elizabeth Warren is now running for President in 2020! Wow! Hooray! Her wonderful announcement here: https://www.apnews.com/ElizabethWarren

    Also a woman not yet on the President list, but I would someday love to see her scatter her seeds there too — and that’s Rep. Nancy Pelosi — currently presiding as the FIRST EVER!! woman Speaker of the House. See Speaker Pelosi’s lovely, amazing profile & photo at Wikipedia — https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nancy_Pelosi

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  8. Delightful post, thanks Sara. And I was enjoying how short the lines are, and yet packed with meaning, like those tiny seeds, able to bring forth such marvelous abundance. Here’s a famous haiku composed long ago by a Japanese woman poet and Buddhist nun, named Chiyo-ni (1703-1775), and where she says entanglement, or any problem, can at times, be deeply beautiful, and also with a little bit of humility, maybe even quite simple:

    Morning glory!
    the well bucket-entangled,
    I ask for water.

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  9. “Original Memory is restored” / love songs to seeds. All so beautiful. And mother’s day to honor Mother Earth. Gorgeous!

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  10. Your poem touched me very deeply, reminding me of how much I love the SW. I found it especially important that you said the “High Desert discerns what springs to life.”

    BTW, have you ever read Leslie Marmon Silko’s book Garden of the Dunes? It’d been a long time I’ve read it, but I thought you might like it. (Maybe you’ve already read it, and some of her other work, too. I think she’s a very good writer!)

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  11. So beautiful and rich with wisdom. Thank you for this. Ever since my mother passed away over nine years ago, I have wanted to plant things on Mother’s Day. I had no idea it had ever been connected with sowing seeds or with Earth. I always learned about how it was started in the US as an an anti-war protest by Methodist women. The Mother’s Day Proclamation is one of my favorite readings. But the meaning you are describing for it is very personal and powerful for me. I will join you in honoring Earth Mother and sowing seeds of female powers of rebirth. <3

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