Seed Pod Creativity

In Arizona, we are in the Season of Seeking Shade. Oranges stop growing, figs that fall from the branches dry to walnut-shell hardness by the end of the day.  Birds sit in the tiniest patches of shades, beak open.

threshing-treeBut there is another fascinating process that unfolds now. Native trees produce seed pods. Most of them are hard and protective–understandable, soft seeds would wither and dry up in hours. Nothing rots here; it’s too dry. Leaves that drop, branches that blow down will be in the same place years later.  They will be the bones of trees, bleached and stiff, but not rotting.

In order for seed pods to open, they need a threshing machine. Well, something to break open the pods so the seeds can drop to the dirt and wait for rain. Unless those pods break open, the seed can’t put out roots.

Dish of seedpods

Dish of seedpods

The lucky trees are the ones planted close to sidewalks and roads. The pods fall, we stomp or drive over them, the pods are crushed, the seeds released and ready to be washed into a gully to grow.

I was crunching over pods yesterday, loving the hollow, rattly sound the seeds make in the pods, when I thought how this is creative work. Well, it is like creative work. You have an idea, but it’s not ready to work, to grow, to connect with us. You create an idea-pod, but  if you hoard it,  nothing happens.

Then you drop your creative pod and other people walk over it, kick it aside, roll over it, and suddenly, the dry husk that made it tough, but not productive, breaks. You can see it in a fresh new light, ready to grow. And that’s when you see that letting it go, not forcing it was what it took to break out into a project that you can do. You had to let it go to make it work.

Quinn McDonald has a thing for seedpods, metaphorically and really.