Surrender in expansion…
Inevitable expansion…
Deep in winter we were directed with urgency to go deep. To extend into the depths of the darkness, to tend to our roots and prune our yearning branches. “Because,” Spirit whispered, “spring is coming… Spring is coming like it hasn’t come in years and the inevitable rapid exponential growth must have support and intention.”
My experience this spring has been intense. I’ve been stretched like a birthday balloon to make more space… more elasticity… More room to fill.
Polarity pulling and tugging..
Ecstatic agony… bliss, pleasure, pain, struggle, pressure, relief, loss, grief, joy…stretching stretching stretching… stretch marks, limits splitting… Expression expanding, supported by my deepest roots.
Now, here I sit on an airport floor a month away from the summer solstice. Allowing myself to observe the changes, to be awed by the breadth of this human experience.
I am also to taking a few moments and observe if, in the light of growth, there are any suckers or wayward branches that need pruning before the sun of summer ripens fruit. To direct all of my body and soul‘s nourishment intentionality toward what I want to fruit and harvest.
But mostly, to soak in the wonder of the unfolding.
Surrender In Expansion
A dream hidden in the dark of winter shivers, Stirring.
The seed of the dream wakes, stretching through the earth and darkness towards the promise of life.
The crust gives way, shattering.
Ice melts into dew drops, touching thirsty seeds…
An alchemy, of stillness and motion, darkness and light restructures atoms.
The initiation of sunlight on the most fragile of existence is a trail by fire.
“Will I whither or will I thrive? Are my roots deep enough? Will the rains come?”
Surrender is carried like a leaf on the great wind of the inevitability. Of nature’s law.
Stretching, stretching, stretching… limits split.
Leaves unfurl, delicate as mist at first.
Expression expanding, supported by the deepest roots.
At last a bud, pressure building.
Again inevitability… surrendering in the tension.
The bud splits, revealing a foreshadowing of color.
Unfolding, tentative at first, days passing with just a fraction of change.
Suddenly, a bursting!
A bloom and fragrance so sweet and full that its existence gathers beings that spread life and create sweetness…
This expression of struggle and beauty so profound.
And yet, this to is a passing season…
blooms give way to seeds and fruit…
Fruit to harvest.
Harvest to the release.
Release, dances with grief and bliss.
Only for spring to come again.
