Blossoming

I've been feeling a sense of expansion and growth lately.  As if a seed planted way below the earth's surface is finally starting to push its green shoots through the dark soil.  It's taken a lot of patient nurturing, coaxing, and encouragement to finally see this metamorphosis take place, and I know the journey is only getting started.

For many years, it seemed much easier to allow this seed to stay buried deep, away from harm and the potentially critical eyes of others.  What if this variety of sprout wasn't welcomed or wanted?  What if, after all this time and effort, no one actually appreciated it or saw its worth?  It feels incredibly vulnerable to step out of the darkness and into the light, and to be unsure of what awaits you there.  

And yet, nature does this consistently.  Look at any patch of wild land, and you will see a mixture of flora and fauna growing alongside each other, seemingly oblivious to what the other is doing.  And therein lies the beauty, not in the conformity, but in the audaciousness of those blossoms. 

Taking a note from Mother Nature, and taking a deep breath, I can feel myself following a similar trajectory, blossoming into a more authentic version of myself these days.  A version of myself that harkens back to my younger years, when I was less worried about others' opinions and more concerned with my own.  A time when I was better able to embrace my uniqueness and celebrate it, instead of feeling a need to hide it away.  

Perhaps the energetics of the season are also at play here.  Encouraging us to lean into our weird and wonderful selves and to do so knowing that we are each here for a unique reason that no other person can replicate.  Feeling like I have a purpose, despite not clearly knowing what it is, makes me feel ready to show up authentically and to remain open to nudges that will help guide me where I am needed the most.