Connecting with Life July 17, 2010Posted by TheIntentionalSage in Nature, Visions.
Tags: Connection, Energy, Imagine, Intention, Joy, Seed, Soil
Joliopia (pronounced jall-ee-oh-pee-uh) thought that today was as good a day as any. He had been somewhat stalling this particular activity he had planned for quite some time. He wasn’t exactly sure was the best time to do it, outside of before spring, of course. He knew he had to do it sometime near the end of winter and sometime before the start of spring, but he hadn’t been able to peg down a specific day. When he woke up this morning, he thought that today was as good a day as any, and he decided, this would be the day.
Joliopia had been preparing the area where he was going to do it for quite some time. He knew that the soil had to be nurtured and in good condition in order for what he was planning on doing, to work. He had made sure to spend time on the soil everyday imagining positivity and joy. He would make sure that whenever he interacted with the soil that he was interacting when he was energized and feeling happy.
Today was a magical day to Joliopia. Today was the day he was finally going to plant the seeds! He had been wanting to do this for quite some time and today, he knew was the day to do it. He had had the seeds in a special place where he stayed. He kept them in an area that was optimal for their ‘thrival,’ so that when a time like this came, he could plant them. He had been going over how he was going to plant them for some time. He knew that he had to go through a very specific procedure in order to induce an optimal growth from the seeds.
Not only was he interested in an optimal growth, he wanted to make sure that there was a connection forged between himself and the seeds, such that when the seeds grew, the life that grew from them would be connected to he. Joliopia knew that this was mightily important, especially for the plants that would grown into food for him. He knew that as the connection was forged between he and them, the plants would grow in such a way that would help Joliopia. That is, the plant’s growth would alter, because of the connection, so that when they grew, they would be able to, for lack of a better phrase, ‘make Joliopia better.’
Joliopia picked up the seeds and walked out to the soil. He made sure that nothing else was touching his skin and he stepped onto the soil where he was going to plant the seeds. He wanted to make sure to give all of the seeds their ‘due respect,’ so he didn’t forge the connection with all of the seeds at the same time. He was going to go through the process of where the seed was to be planted and forge a connection with it, individually.
He stood on the soil and it seemed like this was going to be the optimal spot for a particular seed. He looked to his pile of seeds and picked up the one that he felt was going to thrive the most in this particular spot. He then put the seed in his mouth and closed his eyes. While the seed was in his mouth, he imagined absolute health and healing. He imagined himself being healed by eating the life that was to be given from this seed. He imagined that the seed he was forging a connection with was going to be helping him throughout his life. He imagined a most wondrous connection that would allow not only himself to thrive, but for the seed to thrive, too. It was important to Joliopia that not only he thrive, but the life that he was, in essence, giving birth to, would thrive.
He held the seed in his mouth until he felt like it was time to stop and then he did. He pulled the seed out of his mouth. He slowly, and intentionally, created a hole for which to plant the seed. He delicately placed the seed into the hole and then covered it with the displaced soil. He smiled as he did this. He knew that what he was doing was really going to be helping not only him, but the seeds. Joliopia was thinking that this was the way that planting was supposed to be. There needed to be a connection, otherwise, it was simply a case of going through the motions. Joliopia wasn’t going through the motions. He was being the most deliberate he had ever been.