Monday, February 06, 2006

The Risking Time

There came a time when the risk to remain tight in the bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.
Anais Nin

The pain of blooming is brutal, but it has a direction and a purpose that most other aches do not possess. Growing pains end when inches are added to our frames. Blooming agony ceases after we add growth to our being. Change alters perspective then an altered perspective inspires even more change. But the risk always earns something of value.
A bud that never opens is a flower never seen. We are born in full bloom, but living often constrict us into a life long bud state. Our true colors remain hidden, even from ourselves. And the garden where even one flower refuses to bloom is made less beautiful than it was meant to be.
The process of unclenching your bud can feel like breathing glass. But once one petal unfolds a bit, all others struggle to follow. There is no half way point with blooming. You either stay wadded tight or you open completely. And the choice belongs to each of us.