Chestnut Herbal School

Hope embodied in buds, Faith pulsing in seeds

Wishing you a joyous return of the Sun!

At a time when flowers perch silently,
embryonically nestled in their bud scales on leafless icy twigs
or  patiently waiting beneath,
in dark soil warmed by the fiery pulse of the Earth’s core.
Seeds succulent with winter’s rainfall,
imperceptibly inhaling and exhaling,
beneath the nurturing blanket of last summer.
Life carries life through the darkness
All is born from the breath of death.
The flowers may be invisible
but still, they are here.
Many people erroneously believe that buds are formed
in the warming days of early spring
but they have been present all along
through the darkest nights.


“The very least you can do in your life is figure out what you hope for. And the most you can do is live inside that hope. Not admire it from a distance but live right in it, under its roof.”

-Barbara Kingsolver, Animal Dreams

What nurtures hope in your heart, in your mind, through the darkest night?

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