Two years have passed since this orchid from a friend has braved the blooming process. So precious, so seemingly rare and so very inspiring to me.
One day to the next, the closed bud nudges open and somehow turns itself inside out. Or is it outside in? Either way, the result is beautifully vibrant and animated.
What are the plants around you expressing in your midst? Let’s listen with appreciation.
This makes me wonder. What was going on in the plant all those many months without blooming? With weekly watering and east window sunlight, it received enough of what it needed. Did the plant know one day would be right? What made the conditions favorable? If only the orchid could tell us her tale.
It could be like the poetic quote of Anaïs Nin: “And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.”
Or maybe it is not painful at all, but just the natural flow and progression of growth, opening and living.
What would the orchid say?
