Dormant
Dormant is not dead. It is a promise, like a dormant seed is the promise of a flower. When you look around a garden in winter there is so much bare earth, so many empty branches, and no way to tell which roots, seeds, bulbs, rhizomes and mycelium are concealed beneath. Only the person who planted it knows it’s there. For everyone else it becomes a journey of discovery and in a few short months it will be flourishing and full of life.
There are dormant places in all of us. Dreams we have, our hopes and our longings. If you find a dormant seed in your heart you can tell it from the spark of joy you feel when you think about it coming alive. Being dormant is about waiting for the right timing. As a gardener I have learned the hard way that rushing seed to grow out of season leads to a failure to thrive. It never reaches it’s potential because the resources just aren’t there to sustain it. This truth I learned from nature gives me hope because instead of being ashamed of my barren spaces, I can treasure my potential and trust that my dormant seeds know their seasons, and flourishing will happen when the time is right.
This month as I walk the wild spaces around me, I am searching for signs of new life and I can see it coming. On the days when the sun is shining the air is filled with birdsong and the early snowdrops are up. Even the rosemary cuttings I’ve had sat on my windowsill all winter are finally sprouting their first roots. I remind myself that dormant is a promise.
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