And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom
I wonder when that time comes?
We fret when we are not blooming
I think we always know when the blooming is about to happen just as surely as some days we wake up and know we will tear through the to do list. But we can’t bloom all the time and when we aren’t blooming, we fret.
- Some times we are anxious to flower before our time. We are not really ready to bloom. We are just anxious that we will miss the summer. We want reassurance like a child needs to know how many nights to Christmas.
Our sense of timing has gone missing. I am sure we could get it back with a few moments quiet contemplation or a five minutes of genuine listening to a friend’s distress.
- Other times we are reluctant to bloom and we miss the summer. Sometimes we are not paying attention or we are trying to blackmail the world.
Maybe we need to “go out” and get in touch with the world to see if we notice the seasons changing. Maybe our friend needs a brief of fresh air or a change of scenery.
- Other times we need to blossom but the weather is foul and we don’t want our fine petals to be cast into the wind. We fret because we also know that there is no time other than now. “Conduct you blooming in the noise and crack of the whirlwind.” says Gwendolyn Brooks.
Maybe we stopping through vanity. Yes, we will be ragged and have no idea where our petals will fly. Maybe they will just lie unnoticed.
But it is time to bloom. And we can’t remain in a tight bud out of vanity. It is time to burst into flower.
We always know when we are about to bloom
We will know when we are going to bloom anyway. Though we may have no applause.
No need to be vain. Bloom.
Autumn will come soon and we will be in another season of our lives.