Trust.
Two Decembers ago, it was 65 degrees, and my crocuses and tulips bloomed.
They trusted. They trusted their instinct that the time to bloom was at that moment.
It doesn't matter that they were wrong.
They knew to bloom when the warm weather comes, no matter what the calendar says.
They trusted to bloom when warmth begins again.
That's how plants work, and it's how life is supposed to work.
We grow when the warm season begins.
For some parts of the world, that is year around.
For the Northeast, it is from Spring to Autumn. For plants here in New England,, the warm season, the season of growth, is over for this year.
Plants are on a clock.
Blooming in December is like planting your grass seed in Autumn instead of Spring. Bulbs can be planted indoors and stored in the refrigerator for two months.
You can trick plants into blooming early, by doing this:
For the New Year, remove the pot of earth with bulbs and place it on a sunny window, away from the cold. Your tulips will bloom. You have an early bloom, a glass bowl of Dutch Tulips, two months before your outdoors flowers bloom.
I did that one year, and it was wonderful to have tulips in January. On my dining room table.
I am a pot gardener and a flower box gardener, rather than traipsing to the backyard and putting my mark there.
Where I live, space is a coveted commodity. It is easy to water thirsty plants in a window box or hanging over the porch and watch them bloom in the middle of the night. All is quiet. Your flowers bloom. Ah.
Blooming is a special secret.
So is trust.
So is the human soul.
You can trick plants into an early bloom, but not so with the human soul.
That is what makes us special.
We know on our own time.
We trust on our own time.
Trust is something you hope you can expect of certain people.
Trust is something you hope you can expect of yourself.
Trust can be something beautiful when you don't expect it.
Trust is knowing someone for a long time. You just feel trust is there.
There is no rushing trust. Trust takes time.
Sometimes a chasm erupts, like dry, wizened earth that thirsts for what it needs bit cannot get: water.
If there is no rain, the cracks in the surface become many, as cracks spread. Trust that the earth will be fed and watered has eroded.
Something needs to happen.
Pray for a rain dance.
With people, something similar happens.
Trust can erode.
The soul needs watering; it has become parched. The cracks are gaping chasms; they threaten to become an abyss which cannot be mended.
Trust is important to restore.
It is not easy.
Let rain heal the earth; let tears heal the parched crust of our soul.
Trust can begin again.
I wish all who want to trust, but who have trouble, can find trust somewhere, in their own due time.
Trust is a battle within US not within ANOTHER person. This is what people do not understand.
At every crossroads, we have choices. We have to trust ourselves to make choices that increase our trust, not decrease it. Our trust within ourselves.
Two Decembers ago, it was 65 degrees, and my crocuses and tulips bloomed.
They trusted. They trusted their instinct that the time to bloom was at that moment.
It doesn't matter that they were wrong.
They knew to bloom when the warm weather comes, no matter what the calendar says.
They trusted to bloom when warmth begins again.
That's how plants work, and it's how life is supposed to work.
We grow when the warm season begins.
For some parts of the world, that is year around.
For the Northeast, it is from Spring to Autumn. For plants here in New England,, the warm season, the season of growth, is over for this year.
Plants are on a clock.
Blooming in December is like planting your grass seed in Autumn instead of Spring. Bulbs can be planted indoors and stored in the refrigerator for two months.
You can trick plants into blooming early, by doing this:
For the New Year, remove the pot of earth with bulbs and place it on a sunny window, away from the cold. Your tulips will bloom. You have an early bloom, a glass bowl of Dutch Tulips, two months before your outdoors flowers bloom.
I did that one year, and it was wonderful to have tulips in January. On my dining room table.
I am a pot gardener and a flower box gardener, rather than traipsing to the backyard and putting my mark there.
Where I live, space is a coveted commodity. It is easy to water thirsty plants in a window box or hanging over the porch and watch them bloom in the middle of the night. All is quiet. Your flowers bloom. Ah.
Blooming is a special secret.
So is trust.
So is the human soul.
You can trick plants into an early bloom, but not so with the human soul.
That is what makes us special.
We know on our own time.
We trust on our own time.
Trust is something you hope you can expect of certain people.
Trust is something you hope you can expect of yourself.
Trust can be something beautiful when you don't expect it.
Trust is knowing someone for a long time. You just feel trust is there.
There is no rushing trust. Trust takes time.
Sometimes a chasm erupts, like dry, wizened earth that thirsts for what it needs bit cannot get: water.
If there is no rain, the cracks in the surface become many, as cracks spread. Trust that the earth will be fed and watered has eroded.
Something needs to happen.
Pray for a rain dance.
With people, something similar happens.
Trust can erode.
The soul needs watering; it has become parched. The cracks are gaping chasms; they threaten to become an abyss which cannot be mended.
Trust is important to restore.
It is not easy.
Let rain heal the earth; let tears heal the parched crust of our soul.
Trust can begin again.
I wish all who want to trust, but who have trouble, can find trust somewhere, in their own due time.
Trust is a battle within US not within ANOTHER person. This is what people do not understand.
At every crossroads, we have choices. We have to trust ourselves to make choices that increase our trust, not decrease it. Our trust within ourselves.
***
© 2006-2010 Kathryn Esplin. All rights reserved.
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Comments: 81
Nothing should destroy your trust. No matter what harm has been done to you.
In the end, loving and trusting are good traits. That definitely should be cultivated.
Had to feature this on Gather Writing Essential.
That is an interesting, ponderable concept.
As for trust, I gave up eleven years back now. Have not dated since then as I could not find anyone who I could trust. They say one thing but do another. So it is just me and my cat and my art/photography these days.
:O)
Kathy...this has been inspired by your Garndfather's farm....
duststorm
Without trust the soul rusts
When one looses trust, he believes in luck
Like the desperate man who has fallen in the muck
The tulips bloom by trusting the season
Without verifying the time and reason
Friendship survives from the trust received
Animosity develops when one is deceived
I like the idea of pot gardening. My neighbor babied some tomato plants in containers from late winter until she planted them in the ground in May. A frost came and killed them, so she had to replace them. May frost is rare.
Yes it can, but it's hard. Great post, KEO.
It doesn't matter that they were wrong. I find this o' so very true! Even if the trust is broken, we renew, we move on to trust again... that is to me the ultimate bloom, the trust from within.
I trust this will be posted to Sun Bespeckled Ink..:-)