By: Kristin Peterson (1/30/23)

Oh, to lift the veil… to allow someone to peek through and see the maiden behind the curtain… the projected image of what she will allow you to see… her own mysterious nature ingrained so deeply that even she doesn’t quite fathom the depths of self… what she will allow herself to be in the future… what she currently chooses to be in the present… a bud, closed off to the world in its growth process… the beauty waiting to expand from the inside… the assemblage perceiving but a delicate hint of the depths and folds within… sweetly caressing, nurturing, and waiting for its Moment to Bloom… But: no rush.

Petals fashion themselves in grace, elegance, and allure, Beauty: sheathed within, seed altered to sprout, bud to blossom, all part of the process of its sentience and verve for life within… so vulnerable, yet such strength in its brace against the Winter… against the storms… seeming so unlikely to be able to survive… to outlive the fierciosity of the tempests past… yet here it lies… a Survivor… attempting against all odds to remain Still and objective… venturing to detach from the outcome to attempt to solely focus on growth of self… unfolding in its own time… under its own prerogative… gentle attempts, shyly made, at opening to peek out at the world and share it’s charm, its delicacy, yet not *quite* prepared for all the coarser elements it may come across… so: “Not yet!,” it thinks to Self… no need to rush a Season of Hibernation… no need to adapt to elements unsustainable to its maturation…

All good things come with time, patience… roots sinking deeply into the Earth for grounding in an ancient Connection to Origin… that’s right… sink in… let roots delve deep… settle in… not for sleep, but to slowly ease the pain of stretching… growth… to take it easy and use time wisely for investment in the Purpose of the preordained Mission, a sacred design to share with the world… just to be…not to want to change form or choose the path of comparative misery, but to be a bloom amongst blooms in a meadow of Peace, Love, and Harmony, sustained through Love of self and others… and if such time and depth of devotion is given to it’s Center and Being itself, owning its duality of Nature and accepting *exactly* what it is, the seed, the roots, the sprout, the bud, then the Promise of Spring ensures the Beauty of its Opening and strength shared through it’s acceptance for the absolute need to share its vulnerability with others, bravely unfolding for all the world to see and wonder at its true and simple Beauty within… beckoning in responsiveness for others to join back together, in that Promise of Spring… of Unity… and of Delight…