Something absolutely new…



The moment a child is born,
the mother is also born. 
She never existed before. 
The woman existed,
but the mother, never. 
A mother is
something absolutely new. 

Remember this…

You are not broken.

You are opening…

The treasure you seek…

The cave you fear to enter holds the treasure you seek. ~ Joseph Campbell

And how often have I kept myself from what I really want by believing in my fear more than my love of what was held in that cave?

I wonder if this rose thinks about that – if maybe it shouldn’t bloom any bigger because, you know, that leaf is right there… and you wouldn’t want to disturb the leaf, or hurt it’s feelings now, would you?

Really. We do that. Silly as it seems, we do.

So. Look around. See if those obstacles in your way are real, or if, perhaps, they are as thin and insubstantial as what is holding that rose back.

There is room for you, and for all you love.

Honest. Promise. There is.

if it were voices…

Everything is blooming most recklessly;

~ Rilke ~

The second blooming…

I have enjoyed greatly the second blooming that comes

~ Agatha Christie ~

It must be magic, this fifty year old mark. With my half century old eyes, I look at these peonies and see so much more beauty in the blowsy, half-spent open bloom than in that closely held bud. In it’s tightness, the bud is closer to perfect, I suppose, and certainly brighter in color. The barely there pink of the full flower is a bit washed out, yes. It does, at first glance, pale in comparison.

Take a closer look, though. Those uneven layers of petals stack up in a way that creates a soft cushion for those buds to rest on – much as my grandmother was my “favorite pillow” when I was a little girl. They catch the raindrops in a way that allows each one to be seen – just as our older egos are happy to allow younger colleagues to shine in the spotlight. And in a bowl, they float beautifully, unbothered by the ants that crawl about, fluffing them to their full potential – our individual “ants” vary, of course, but with age, those little irritants are much more welcomed. We know they are here to help us grow.

And then, in random spots, you can still see a streak of brilliant color. The old girl still has some tricks in her! There is more to be seen in those depths, more than you can see in a quick glance.

So yes, Agatha, there is an opening up of new life, in this second blooming. And I, for one, wouldn’t trade it for the world.