Remember the Purpose of the Flower

The tree is emerging from its winter sleep, reborn with bright colours after the darkness. I notice that the leaves and blossoms are opening earlier in 2024 than in 2009. 

24th September, 2009

5 a.m., still raining. The wettest winter in 104 years and it’s not even winter anymore. I could feel the sting of cold through my clothes, enlivening my skin.

The tree seemed preoccupied again. Maybe it’s my mind that is such. Or maybe her energy is occupied in the flow of sap, the pushing out of leaves, the final cellular building of flowers, which will soon burst into the light. It feels as if she is focused elsewhere, and I can’t connect. Her energy is moving upwards, and I am down on the ground. She is busy with pregnancy and production. All efforts are in that direction, with serenity and perfection of purpose.

Remember the purpose of the flower. And perhaps she is hungry for light, having been leafless all these months, with the sun still scarce, and her leaves on the verge of being born.