Flowers in Winter

“A flower blossoms for its own joy.” – Oscar Wilde

“We dance round in a ring and suppose, but the secret sits in the middle and knows.” – Robert Frost

Unfolding and unfurling.
The middle.
The waiting.
The undone.
Started but not finished.
Not yet.
In the not yet fully realized seasons, hope pulls, faith anchors, joy buoys.
Patience, perseverance, gratitude.
Trust the process.
Allow the revealing.
Detach from circumstances.
Reset the table.
Keep going, find delight woven into each day.
Flowers in winter.
In letting it be.
In letting it become.

“It’s not a matter of letting go—you would if you could. Instead of ‘let it go’ we should probably say ‘let it be’.” — Jon Kabat-Zinn