“Cause just like a tree

Planted, planted by the rivers of water

That bringeth forth fruits

Bringeth forth fruits in due season

Everything in life got its purpose

Find its reason

In every season, forever, yeah” – Robert Nesta Marley

Deep in us there is a bulb that longs for the end of the season of dormancy. That bulb contains, and is the symbol of all our potential.  It is the promise of everything we might be. We can  reasonably characterize it as the essential life force in us, waiting for the right time to lend itself again to our regeneration. That bulb longs for the right conditions to arrive so that it may burst forth and become the dynamic presence that will make a difference in the circumstances in and around which it has been buried.

In its dormant state that bulb embodies our dreams. It is the symbol of our longing for a season, for that time, when it can become the thing that it is… essentially. It dreams of rising up from the underground of its slumber, and declaring its presence in the world. It soaks up the nourishment of the Earth. It wants to bask in the warmth and luster of the Sun. It desires to drink of the Rain’s abundance to its satisfaction. It waits, patiently, to demonstrate the benefits it has accrued from the ground which is its womb, and to which it knows it must eventually return. It wants to replicate itself, so that the earth will be a witness to its innate fecundity.

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