Resilience is part of our name. It is the word I am trying to celebrate during the month of March. It's been a long hard winter for many of us and for some there is still no sight of Spring. The ravished land is a marvelous metaphor for what happens in the human spirit. There are times when what seemed to be blossoming in us comes to a halt and remains frozen, yet beautiful. How can we trust that the winter of grief in our lives, the deep containers of doubt, the mountains of discouragement can all become teachers for us. Somewhere in the heart of everything is a resilience that wants to lift its face, lift its voice-- and sing its way out of the frozen land of our lives. AND IT WILL!
YES, IT WILL! It has its own time. It will blossom again! And part of the fertilizer we must bring to it is our belief in it. The crocus and the shooting-star that you see here are icons of your own resilient spirit. I invite you to own and honor that often invisible face of yourself. Whether you fully understand this truth or not, you have an amazing rising power in you. Resilience is your inner guest.