As much as we may ask little ones for their patience, or try to teach its virtue,
Patience grows in our hearts over long experience.
We have to taste its fruits.
We have to have enough life experience to trust the process and know, to the marrow of our bones, that time is usually the critical ingredient to success.
It takes time to grow deep roots.
It takes time for our little starts to mature into their full beauty.
It takes time for strong branches to finally offer up flowers.
Sometimes things seem to go against us. A plant appears to die back in heat and drought.
Sometimes we give our best effort, yet still it doesn’t give what we expect.
It may simply need a rest.
It may simply need more time to grow.
It may simply be waiting for the confluence of all the right conditions to manifest its beauty once again.
Just as we put bulbs into the ground today, knowing their flowers are months and months away;
Just as we plant a seed, and keep it moist and warm until it awakens and begins to grow;
Just as we put a broken branch into water, and watch for roots to appear;
So we must trust that the plans and ideas we tuck into the moist soil of our own imagination will come to fruition in their own season.
Every thought and wish is a seed.
Every act of love and kindness to another prepares the way for beauty to manifest.
We are the gardeners of our lives; planting, watering, feeding, staking, pruning, and being patient; while we ourselves come to fruition.
All Photos by Woodland Gnome 2013