The Hidden Flowering

I sent out the first Wild Moon Letter this weekend, the new format of my newsletter that I’ll be sharing every New + Full Moon. Right now, it makes sense to share whispers of grace this way because I tend to forget about my newsletter often. Since I’ve found a way to live close to the cycles of the Earth and the moon over the last 3 years or so, I’m hoping that the timing of these new wild moon letters will keep me in a more natural pattern of flow, so that I connect and share on a more regular basic.

In this letter, I spoke about flowering light and the insight that a few lines from Galway Kinnell’s poem, Saint Francis and The Sow, inspired in me. You see, I came across the piece a few days ago and it touched something deep within. It reads as follows:

“The bud
stands for all things,
even for those things that don’t flower,
for everything flowers, from within, of self-blessing…”

I use the Full Moon as a time to contemplate the dreams I’ve carried from seed, to bud, to flower through the lunar cycle. So as I reflect, celebrate and release at this time, Kinnell’s words have reminded me to look deeper into the journey taken.

Some things flourish, while others don’t always pan out the way we expect or hope for. Over the course of the past 13 moons, many beautiful things manifested for me – from publishing my book and to travelling, to becoming a home owner and many blessings in-between. Every day I humbled with gratitude for all that I have.

There are other dreams too that have yet to come to fruition.

Taking my cue from Kinnell, I’ve chosen not to see these as failures and instead to trust that they are buds flowering from within. They must be in some way, because they’ve taught me lessons in the process, helped me grow and led me deeper into my relationship with myself, with the Earth and with the Divine. They have exposed my shadows and shown me deep fears that I’ve been hiding from myself. They have called me to examine my life and realigned with my authentic intentions, reminding me that some things only flower when they come from that authentic inner essence.

Some of these buds and parts of me may require just a little bit of time, love and nurturing, or perhaps as Kinnell goes on to say:

“ though sometimes it is necessary
to reteach a thing its loveliness,
to put a hand on its brow
of the flower
and retell it in words and in touch
it is lovely
until it flowers again from within, of self-blessing”

So this Full Moon, I shall sit with my buds, both those blooming outwardly and those flowering quietly inside to honour them and explore them. I will look into how they need to be nurtured or reminded of their loveliness. Or I will release them if they call me to let go. I will sit with myself too, searching the dark corners of my essence for secret flowerings and speaking self-love and light into hidden buds.

Will you join me? Will you lean into your truth and the beautiful flowering light of your heart? How can you make space for the buds, things and places inside of you that appear arrested in development but may actually be flowering from within? And if need be, are you willing to reteach them their loveliness? 

everything flowers

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2 thoughts on “The Hidden Flowering

  1. sarah elwell (@knittingthewind)

    That’s odd, I was sure I’d signed up for your newsletter. Ah, but there are so many, its easy to lose track of what we have or haven’t yet done. I love the phrase “wild moon.” Two of my favourite words combined! Congratulations on all your successes, and I wish for you the achievement of whatever other dreams are meant to be in your life. ((Hugs))

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