What my Seed Remembers
What my Seed Remembers. My trees look as though they have been bracing themselves against the winds for hundreds of centuries. They have fought the wind and the cold so long that their bark is stronger, their word literal. Their potential strength is greater because they have fought the winds so long. The pattern of all their fighting is in the seed, and the seed reproducing in kind beyond mind. If you take the seed five miles inland, it will grow that kind of tree for perhaps 1000 generations, yet gradually it will be like the tree that grows inland because it does not need to fight the winds any more. yet for Gores, What my Seed Remembers my trees stand as if they have been bracing for centuries, leaning into wind and cold until resistance becomes form. Their bark thickens, their grain tightens, their word being literal arrows, strength speaking abracadabra. They have fought so long that strength is know longer effort, it is create instinct. The pattern of every wind ...