And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.”
― Anaïs Nin
It was another lunch at my mother’s place and there were no roti’s at night I offered to make roti’s. That’s when I realized how change enters our life, it is so silent and yet as relevant as the change we have worked hard for.
So many changes, the once we do deliberately tends to lead towards taking action towards some inner work, such that it helps us towards our external goal.
Yet the only way we is if we grow. The only way that we can grow is if we change. The only we change is if we learn. The only we learn is we are exposed. And the only we can become exposed is if we throw ourselves out into the open. After all growth requires a temporary surrender of security.
Actually we do not grow absolutely, chronologically. We grow sometimes in one dimension, and not in another;; unevenly. We grow partially. We are relative. We are mature in one realm, childish in another. The past, present, and future mingle and pull backward, forward, or fix us in the present. We are made up of layers, cells and constellations.
When I look at it I feel the laws that govern the growth of plants oversees our own internal changes. We observe, consider, work and wander tilling the soil of our lives, planning seeds and tending them. Sometimes the hard part is knowing when to stop and when to let go , and hand it to the universe. Usually this happens by the way of distraction and disruption and our attention being called away to other more pressing concerns. And it is often at these times when we are not looking in silence of nature’s embrace that’s the miracle of change happen.