Blooming..

Caught these lily blooms  in a brass container under the lights of a hotel lobby .............

Bloom where you are planted...

These words credited to Author Mary Engelbreit , has held a huge sway over me for years ...
It represented some kind of a lofty ideal i needed to live up to !

Not a stranger to many an uprooting , in the form of moving and living in  many places through my life , of late i have been thinking , the wisdom of these words need revisiting..

Blooming is a process that takes time . Loads of patience , tender loving care, nourishment and it is a culmination of a process of growth.

A plant re-planted , has to make peace with the new soil and go through  the severe pangs of setting roots again.
To not appreciate this difficult process and expecting her to bloom sounds foolish , cruel even...

Nothing in nature seems forced , maybe because every pain is endured in silence.

Let blooming be a gentle process of growth , at ones' pace , with one's means and and in sync with one's own self.

As natural as it should be !

Only then  does it not matter where you are planted.