Dear friends
This edition is about honoring the seasons of one's interior life. My season is currently a little quiet around the edges, and I'm watching and wondering what is gestating.
Today I worked on a book that has been waiting for attention for some months. In the creative process, it's easy to see that you can't push the river when it comes to production. It's a little harder to see that in looking at your life! We are part of a culture that expects untamed production and growth. But that is not true to the cycles of life. Our current time reflects the need to have times of withdrawal and quiet.
So here's to winter, to stems without flowers, to gestation, to the kind of quiet inner process that cannot easily be seen.
love,
Cynthia
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Roses in Winter
Buy yourself a rose this week. Contemplate the flower, its petals, its scent, its essence.
Now imagine the rose bush that has produced this rose. Imagine how many years from seed to bush, how many years of waiting, and once it was producing, how many seasons of waiting in between blooms.
And then contemplate the rose again. Ask yourself, "What is gestating in my life? What is waiting to bloom?" And then ask yourself if you can be patient with yourself so that when the bloom does happen, you will have many, fragrant roses ...
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Not Just a Stem of Thorns
 The trellis in our back yard fell over a week ago because of gusty winds and a feeble anchoring system. The rose climbing bush went down with it.
When I inspected the rose bush, I was so glad to see that most of the stems were in tact. Because of course they were not just long stems with thorns. They were stems holding all of the potential roses inside --the roses that would burst out in June and brighten our yard.
I felt protective of those lanky stems, and gingerly unwound them from the fallen structure.
I think that we are like these stems, when we are feeling like life just isn't going our way. Maybe we feel lost or depressed, disorganized or alone. During those times, our energy is re-working itself within. There doesn't appear to be any blossoming --just a big ole stem of thorns.
But thankfully for my roses, my back yard is patient with the rose bushes. The trees know that the roses will come when they are ready, when it is the season for roses. It does not stand over them and say, "Why aren't you blooming? You are a disgrace!"
Honoring the seasons of our interior life create a sense of harmony with the self. When we are in harmony with our own process of development, growth comes naturally and in the right season.
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