By late spring the fallen pods from the magnificent Catalpa tree began to open,
Ready to release their tiny seeds cradled within for generations.
Looking at them closely,
Each seed had tiny feathers like wings so it could be carried by the wind to a new destination.
In that extraordinary moment my heart entered into nature's mysterious consciousness
For it too has eyes, ears, and a soul that remembers.
With what Divine will can this consciousness take the shape of the wind and seeds with wings?
Because life wants to live, to be cared for, to give hope to all.
As I held these magical seeds in my palms with deep reverence,
Suddenly I realized that I too am carried by the wings of hope on a journey to a new season.