The Lessons of Lavender

 There is snow on the Lavender. Falling in slow motion, crystalline light on the evergreen leaves. It started last night. With the rise of pale clouds that could still not conceal the reveal of the rising of star light.

The swirling of seasons merged gently upon the soft leaves. Still they did not close up, or curl in, or seek cover or cower. They did not complain or give care for “tomorrow.” They simply embraced the unfolding slow grace of the mystical shower.  They opened more fully. Surrender enlivening their deep seeds of Power.  Receiving the whispers of star light as white light as transparent crystals of rain. In their deep letting go to the new fallen snow, was the wisdom of spring that allowed them to grow. Evergreen. In full honor and knowledge of all that’s transformed through our humbling, life giving wintering. 

Can I learn the true language of Lavender leaves? How to open to Fall and release what must leave? Can I bow my head down in unbridled release ? Can I softly surrender and gently receive? Can I truly inhabit the fragrance of Peace when the cold brings the bones of my soul to my knees?  Can I learn to let go. And let go. And let go. In order to grow half as purely and surely as Lavender leaves?

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  1. AnonymousJanuary 7, 2024 at 10:13 AM

    Amazing message and I receive with you ....Thanks

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