When resisting the flow of inner events suddenly feels more hurtful than leaping toward the unknown.
Yet no one can tell us when to leap.
There is no authority to bless our need to enter life but the God within.
As spirits in bodily form, we have the chance to tighten and bloom more than once. But even spirits, if turned in on themselves enough, may grow accustomed to being closed.
Unlike roses, however, the human chamber can be shut down for years, and still, it takes but one break from the true center and we will flower.
It has always amazed and humbled me how the risk to bloom can seem so insurmountable before hand and so inevitably freeing once the threshold of suffering is crossed.
We can flower in an instant, as soon as the pain of not flowering and not loving become greater than our fear.