Soon it will be spring, and all around everything small and buried will surrender to a process that none of the buried parts can see. This innate surrender allows everything edible and fragrant to break ground into a life of light that we call spring.
As a seed buried in the earth cannot imagine itself as an orchid, neither can a heart packed with hurt imagine itself loved or at peace. We can flower in an instant, though, as soon as the pain of not flowering and not loving become greater than our fear.
In nature we are given countless models of how to give ourselves over to what appears to be dark and hopeless, but which ultimately proves to be an awakening that is beyond all imagining. This moving through the dark into blossom is the threshold to the divine.