Anyone else a witness to the power of planting corns on the solstice? I am.

This summer I was living in a place where I discovered a spiritual connection to the plants around me. I helped to form the beds and rows, and planted crops every now and then throughout the following months. Everytime that I strolled through this lush field of edible vegetation, I could feel a special force emiting from within.

On Summer Solstice, my small community held a special midnight planting of sacred corns from the Adrean mountains. It was also a full moon, give or take a few hours. The leader of the ceremony had the group plant their hopes, dreams and intentions into the ground with our kernels and say them aloud one by one. And so we did. I sunk my hands into the soil and could feel something special.

This type of corn came with a special trait; it needs to be sung to before it will start to crown. So we did when the time came to do so. Now I catch myself chanting every now and then when I feel the need to grow a little more inside of myself.

Before I left this place in the middle of December, I went to the garden and went to the corn that we had planted under the moon on Summer Solstice night and thought about the ceremony that we performed that night. I couldn't remember specifically how I had phrased my dreams and intentions that I planted along with the corn kernels, but I did know that they had all been realized and had come true by the time that I said goodbye to the mature and harvested cornstalks still standing all alone in the garden. Later I asked a friend who was a part of the solstice planting if she had felt a change too, and her request for new eyes to see the world had indeed been granted.

My last day there I took one last walk amongst the lone cornstalks left in an empty covercropped garden and sunk my hands into the ground where I had knelt six months prior. I had frustrations with this place about how it was operated and how it was set up, and unleashed both my concerns and my hopes for improvements into the loving soil through my hands. As I walked away, I chanted like never before. This was about a week before the Winter Solstice.

I celebrated Winter Solstice with my family and friends back at home with a dinner. We all took a minute and recognized the past darkness in both the absence of sunlight and in our life's troubles, and welcomed in the return of growing sunlight and future opportunities.

About a week after Winter Solstice, a massive flood occured where the garden was. The water levels reached as high as the 10+ feet corns had reached upwards. Thankfully nobody had gotten hurt, though many material belongings had been lost. This cleansing flood had purged this place of several aspects that had caused frustrations for me and others. Had the corns heard my cry and known how to remedy the problem? I don't know for sure. Will this place change for the better now? I don't know, but the opportunity had opened up for it to be possible.

So, am I alone in the awareness of this power?