Circle of new life I

There was sudden loss; loss of company. I had to now fetch for new centers. The path to the cottage is covered with uniue blend of white stones; small and large and purple stones; small and large.
I started with the patch covered with small white stones. I dug a small pit. As I dug in there was a scent of the earth and the colours were beautiful; the innermost being dark and moist; progressing towards the white of the stones. It was an intrusion in the space. Then I carefully dug through the patch of soil. The soil was very black. I wondered if it was a mix of ash and soil. My efforts could be entirely in vain if it was black because of the ash. I made two yonis; one that was black and the other white. I poured water in it to make it moister. Then I encircled of the yoni, to give it shape. The pit in the white stones had naturally taken a round shape. The pit in the black soil was given shape with the white stones. I watered it once more. This was a process to prepare the earth; very similar to preparing a girl for marriage. I then encircled both these spaces with brilliant red; a colour most auspicious in Hindu rituals often leading to ceremonial references. It was also to reinforce the defining of these spaces so as to prepare them. This preparation was to prepare them for birth; giving birth to seeds that will be poured into them. In most marriages across India male and female are united by arrangement. It is seldom a choice. Often the case is that women conceive right on the night of their marriage. For me it was something similar. In the black yoni I put in ‘fenugreek’ seeds. In the white I put seeds of ‘curry leaves’. The next morning nothing had changed much. I continued to water them.
Two days later, during which it had rained quite a bit, the yoni with fenugreek seeds, had sprouted. Well the fenugreek seeds had sprouted but the carrier also becomes the container and hence nature itself I would say that the yoni had sprouted. The next morning too it rained.
As I see today the black yoni has come up. It has swollen with new life. The sprouts have given two new leaves. The white yoni wasn’t successful in giving life to strong seeds like the curry leaves. Hence I put in some ‘fenugreek’ seeds in them too. Two days later with little rain they have sprouted too.
The changes are overnight. It is like a surprise of growth that I am honoured to every morning. The process is also similar to awakening new energies and to let them be.
This growth is temporary and it would be rather sad to see them wilt away. However it is for my self as well as for the woods to see this journey of birth and death. I do not predict anything. I am merely a witness.