There was a little seed.
She didn’t arrive the way the others did.
No careful planting, no neat little row,
no gardener checking the packet to see what she was supposed to become.
She simply appeared one spring morning,
carried on the wind,
soft as breath.
The gardener looked at her first leaves
—bright, tender, a little unusual—
and frowned.
“What are you?” she muttered.
The seed didn’t know.
She was too new to the world to explain herself.
She only knew she wanted sunlight.
She only knew she wanted to grow.
But because her first leaves didn’t match the pictures
in the gardener’s handbook,
she was misclassified.
Not a flower.
Not a vegetable.
Not anything the gardener recognized.
So she was treated with suspicion.
Not hated.
Not rejected.
Just controlled.
Trimmed here, corrected there.
Moved out of the way when the “important plants” needed tending.
Expected to be small, helpful, decorous, and quiet.
And so the little seed learned a heartbreaking lesson:
“My nature must be managed.”
“My growth must be justified.”
“My needs are inconvenient.”
“My existence must earn its place.”
But seeds—real seeds—are wiser than any handbook.
And though she bent, she did not break.
Though she adapted, she did not lose herself.
Though she dimmed, she did not die.
Inside her tiny body,
the blueprint of her true nature remained untouched.
And one day—
when the soil softened
and the weather shifted
and something inside her whispered, “Now…”—
she began to grow in the direction she was always meant to.
Not along the trellis.
Not according to the diagram.
Not in obedience to anyone’s expectations.
She grew upward.
Outward.
Inward.
Homeward.
She discovered she was not a weed at all.
Not unruly.
Not inappropriate.
Not a mistake.
She was a wild seed.
A true seed.
The kind the world didn’t plan for
but absolutely needed.
And once she rooted back into her own body,
her own instinct,
her own enoughness…
Everything changed.
Her energy lifted.
Her clarity sharpened.
Her life softened.
Her belonging deepened.
She finally felt like herself.
And the moment she did,
other wild seeds began to notice.
“Is this me too?”
they asked quietly.
“Have I spent my whole life thinking my nature was a problem?”
“Have I been trimmed into a shape that was never mine?”
“Have I been useful instead of alive?”
“Have I forgotten what it feels like to belong to myself?”
“Have I been trying to exist by the rules of someone else’s garden?”
If any part of this little fairy tale feels like it might be yours too…
I want to invite you into something beautiful.
I’m creating RISE,
a course for people who are ready to come home to their bodies,
their instincts,
their power,
and the shape they were always meant to grow into.
It’s not open yet,
but if you'd like gentle updates from me only, as usual, —no pressure, no constant emails—
you can add your name here:
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If you are a wild seed too,
you belong with other women who were never meant to stay small.
With love,
Lori