Maybe it's because it's February, the season we all start dreaming of gardens (even the non-gardeners among us). Yesterday paging through Brava magazine, I came across a woman who described herself riding a yellow bicycle, throwing seed bombs of wildflowers as she went. It struck a chord for me.
That is not a bad metaphor for the work I try to do, through Odonata, gathering poets, artists, artisans, makers and bakers, justice workers and community builders together into human seed bombs. Whether for an hour at a poetry marathon, a weekend in a retreat space, a gallery page online or between the covers of a book, diverse voices gather, commingle, cross-pollinate...and who can say what will take root? What waits for us to nurture and encourage it just a little?
Best kind of bomb.