The Lynx´s Path - Chapter 35
The third day of February began with a gentle stillness, the kind of calm that feels like the pause before something begins. The man awoke feeling reflective, his thoughts lingering on the light of Imbolc and the warmth of the flame he had nurtured the day before. Today, he felt a pull to plant new seeds—not just in the earth, but within himself.
At his altar, he lit a green candle to symbolize growth and abundance. He held a small bowl of seeds in his hands, each one representing an intention for the season ahead. Closing his eyes, he whispered:
“May these seeds carry my hopes, my dreams, and my gratitude into the world.”
The lynx’s energy was present, her gaze steady as though she, too, understood the importance of planting intentions with care. She reminded him that growth requires patience and trust in unseen processes.
Inspired, he ventured into his garden. Though the earth was still cold, it felt alive beneath his touch. Kneeling, he pressed each seed into the soil, speaking a quiet intention for each one:
“For courage.”
“For clarity.”
“For connection.”
He covered the seeds gently, knowing their growth would be slow but purposeful. As he worked, he felt the rhythm of the earth around him, the quiet hum of life beginning anew.
That evening, he returned to his journal and reflected on the day’s rituals:
“Planting seeds is an act of faith. It is trusting the earth to hold them, the rain to nourish them, and the sun to guide their growth. Today, I honor the seeds of intention, knowing they will grow when the time is right.”
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