Winter is approaching here in the Western hemisphere and with it, a time of hibernation for many. Cozy cover burrowing, bundling up in multi-layers to keep toasty. One might think of winter soil as fallow; or unseeded, but the truth is, this is an important time to plant them for Spring growth in the dense loam that is waiting to nourish them. Imagine being that unopened pod, surrounded by darkness, unable to determine night from day, breathing in the earthy incense, waiting patiently for the signal to burst forth. It comes naturally for them, but not so we human-doings. We are impatient when it comes to calling in what we want. We are also foot dragging procrastinators at times when it comes to cultivating the garden, sowing the seeds, feeding, watering and fertilizing them, even as we are eager for the harvest.

I have been planting all kinds of seeds lately. Most of them revolve around two of the most important areas in my life; creative work and relationships. I have been riotously busy scattering flower petal ideas in my writing and watching in anticipation to see where they land. It is when I become judgmental about who sees them, who scoops them up and shares them, that they blow away. It is when I allow for them to touch down as they will, trusting that they will reach just the right eyes, that they remain lovely. It’s no different with person to person relating. I am in surrender mode with regard to bringing a partner into my life. There was a time when I held ideas of who and how that person should be that prevented blossoming of potential relationships. I had gazed with a sense of longing at other ‘gardens’ and thought that there was something wrong that I seemed unable to cultivate my own. Now I am content to enjoy the riotously colorful flowers in my life until the plot of land is ready to bring forth ecstatic splendor.