Spirit-Plant Metaphor

As I worked my garden today, I reflected on the beauty of my plants and their metaphorical messages. I envisioned myself like a cabbage. Peal away the expansive outer leaves and what you have left is a very solid core vibrating with green heart energy and veined with life sustaining white light.

For most people who read my bio information, I come across as eclectic in my journey through life. When asked about my spirituality, my spiritual story, I respond with, it's complex--not complicated--but by saying it is complex, I allow the other person, the one asking, to know that the telling will require him/her to decide if he/she can give attention in this moment to the question asked.

I hold myself as a boulder, solid and defined, not as a dandelion seed blown away on a gentle puff of air. I explain to people that I am a co-creator. I am co-creating a Space of Love through advocacy for Kin Domains, an ancient response to earth restoration.

The Native Americans call this walking my talk. Over the years, I've come to realize one can stomp and imprint the earth in their walk, or glide silently leaving no tell-tale mark. I like to think I can do whichever is called for in a given moment. For instance, this blog is meant to leave an impression. Using plants as a metaphor to describe your essence, which plant are you and why?