Around here it was cold, cold, cold and then quite suddenly warm. The daffodils appeared overnight. The robins and cardinals and house finches began singing their hearts out, proudly announcing their return. And the trees, all in glorious bloom, have added a Monet-like touch to the scenery. <a-choooo>
It’s as if Mother Nature could no longer hold in all of her stored energy and things just had to come busting out.
And yet, there’s a risk involved here. There’s no guarantee that winter is truly over. We’ve occasionally had an icy blast from the north bringing inches and inches of snow, cutting short the riotous emergence and sending the humans back indoors.
And yet, every year the cycle repeats unfailingly. Mother Nature will not be thwarted! She takes her chances, knowing that sometimes the magic will be interrupted.
Spring will come. Risk be damned.
And then the day came
when the risk to remain
tight in a bud was
more painful than the
risk to bloom
Your Call to Action:
What lessons are here for you? Take a closer look at your tight bud—what’s inside? What must you believe to be more Mother Nature-like? Who must you be so that you can say, “Risk be damned” and gloriously bloom?