Small Brown Seed

Many years ago, I was at a Reclaiming camp in West Virginia with 100 other people, one of whom was a lovely young woman named Magnolia. As part of one of the evening rituals, Magnolia was inspired to write a song which I have been singing in my garden ever since. I lost touch with Magnolia, but I still teach the song quite often, and last week I taught it to Eli, my garden apprentice. Eli (always prepared) filmed me singing it, so here it is. And, Magnolia, if you see this, I thank you! PS. The words are: Small, brown seed. Dark, damp earth. Hungry for the light of fire, Driven by a deep desire. Summon the will. Crack the shell. Grow, grow.