…seeds are invisible. They sleep deep in the heart of the earth’s darkness, until some one among them is seized with the desire to awaken.
I love Spring because of the excitement of knowing that there are seeds that we haven’t seen all winter that are about to burst forth from the ground and become something beautiful. It amazing me that seeds have been in the cold ground, in the darkness waiting for the cue to come on to the stage. Waiting for their time to shine.
Our lives are like a series of seeds, programmed to flower at certain times in our lives. Some of those seeds lay dormant for years as we wait impatiently for them to burst forth. We try to force some of them to bloom before their time because we become impatient. Some of them sprout from the ground and surprise us.
That is the magic and beauty of life. There are always new seeds, planted with our thoughts, beginning new journeys of becoming. The art of allowing is to sit in the flow of the grace of the Universe and watch the magic burst forth as it moves through the various stages of the process of becoming a flower.