Patience and Growth

Could I be as patient as a flower waiting an entire year to bloom for a week or two? What if the flower isn’t waiting? I wonder to myself. What if every stage, even the moment of sweet release, returning to the earth, is a moment that matters?

Can I love the letting go as much as the growth? Shining unapologetically when it is my time to blossom. Standing with grace in the beauty of others when my time has come and gone.

Each year when the perennials survive another prairie winter, they return bigger and stronger. Each year some perish in the cold, AND still, when chill of the fall air returns, they surrender without protest or fear.

To truly grow seems to require a certain death, a letting go, and letting be. Trusting in the mysterious force called life to bring us back once again to the place, where if only for a moment, we shine brighter than before.