In the deep of Winter, I allow for the Sacred. 

I welcome found things.

I broke open an apple to reveal the wisdom foretold by the myth of Eve.

Knowledge, not sin. 

An apple, red like the blood of life.

A bouquet of seeds nestled in the center of a fruit that at its core resembles the sacral base of Woman. 

Abundant and life-giving.

Seeds symbolic of all ancient women, the collective of wise women.

Planted within us is the ancient Sacred Feminine.

In the deep of Winter, I found seeds. And with them, the virginal promise of all new beginnings, the sowable life-affirming love of the Mother, and the harvested wisdom of the Crone.

Unwrapping this gift, I am again reminded of the cycle of all things, and

I allow for the Sacred.