A few weeks ago, I wrote about 'rooting down,' and the importance of appreciating the work going on beneath the surface, when all appears quiet above. Finally last Monday, this beautiful tulip confirmed what I had suspected all along: If something is meant to bloom, it will.
Even though it's very likely I planted most of my tulips upside-down (not realizing there were 'sides' to a bulb when I threw them in the ground), every single one of them has now appeared. They might have been a little delayed, but eventually, they turned themselves around, and somehow knew to grow up, towards the sun and the light.
Isn't this what we all do?
In our own time, we all get there, eventually. Maybe with a few unanticipated twists and turns, but we get there. (and hopefully the 'there' for each of us is somewhere we want to be. If it's not, what are we doing to get ourselves to where we'd rather be? A simple question, though the answer may not be easy). But I do believe we are all meant to bloom.
I'm digging on this metaphor today.
I know, bad pun.