The crocus teaches us the courage and the fierce beauty of hope
Tender and fragile petals laugh in the face of the despair and the dark night of frost and cold.
While others shutter in, in fear or hate or dismay, she opens wide spanning her petals like wings in flight. She fears not. Her heart is wide open.
She teaches us hope is possible, to not let fear close us in on ourselves. Rather open to what is possible, what is yet to become. It takes strength to break through and hope when snow is on the ground or to withstand the cold and frosty nights, but it is she who brings hope to those who survive the long dark nights of Winter.
The splash of color brings hope to those when there is only dark and bleakness all around. It is wisdom that gives her strength. It is hope that drives her forward. It is defiant grace that helps her remain open and supple and vulnerable even though the dark frost threatens over the horizon. She will fear not!
Hope is not for the faint of heart, as a prophetess of hope she must be strong in her small and humble frame. She keeps close to the ground that nurtures her. She’s so small she might be unseen or a unnoticed if she wasn’t so on fire with the light of faith and hope and love.
So as your heart leaps for joy at the sight of her showing, she reminds you to stay supple, stay open, for you too are called to be a beacon of light and hope for those in darkness.
Other flowers that blossom in the fullness of summer are more voluptuous and strong and glorious and beautiful and aromatic. Really she is a tender nothing, here for an instant and then passes away. Most often unnoticed. But she carries a gift. She holds a secret. Hers perhaps more precious and needed than the rest, because she comes before. She comes when other’s need her most, when all hope is lost. She shines the light of her face in darkness and reminds us that Spring is coming, that Spring is here. Yes it is her flowering, her blossom, we need the most.
Yes she comes early yes she comes young. Why so young you might ask, why so early you might wonder? She comes now because we need her most if we wait it will be to late.
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