Thursday, August 12, 2010

signs of life

My Amaryllis bulb awoke one pale August morning. While dusting and puttering, I discovered a sliver of green emerging from the papery brown bulb. Nestled in its pot, it has been dry and dormant, forgotten in a shadowy corner near the fireplace. At the first signs of life, move to a sunny location, and begin to water regularly, a book instructed. Advice to live by.

What inner sense of timing urged that bulb to stir, and stretch toward the light? Amaryllis usually bloom in the dark, chill days of winter. I've always thought of them as flowers of Christmas. A gift. And this one is no different. It has reminded me that dormancy is part of a natural cycle, and that there is hope and growth and beauty in stretching toward the Light.

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