Spring is beginning to show herself outside my window. Every year at this time I am immersed in memories of our son, Matt, as the mountain laurels in our yard put on their beautiful lavender color and shower our garden with their fragrance. He loved mountain laurels, so he comforts to me through these beautiful flowers.
And there is more reassurance offered during this time of year when I am open to see it.. . . . a sense of trust that the natural world offers my heart.
Throughout the cold and dormant winter months, the mountain laurel stores up its energy . . . then, as the warmth of the sun and the promise of spring arrive, buds appear. Slowly, nurtured by the world around them, they open into their full radiance.
We are like that. Healing is like that.
What lies inside may need time to simply rest and grow strong . . . then, when the time is right, we, too, will begin to open to the warmth and encouragement around us. . . . blossoming into fullness.
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