Good Day, everyone
No more little daffodil heads for now, they are buried deep under a
foot of fresh-fallen snow which is still falling. The birds are silent,
huddled together for warmth on leafless branches. The sky and the
landscape are covered in white whirling veils like Isis shrouded before
her descent to the underworld...
nothing moves, nothing stirs, nothing sounds except my quiet breathing and the hum of my computer.
What must my daffodils be thinking,
I wonder..they've grown about a quarter of an inch since I last wrote
about them, and up until yesterday they were happily greening
themselves in the sun, being serenaded with sparrow song..now they are
in total darkness and will be for quite some time, unless mild weather
comes quickly
Do they feel abused by Nature?...Do they bemoan the lost sunshine and
their freedom to enjoy it?....Do they feel threatened by these "dark"
forces that apparently do not have their best interests at heart?
Perhaps they do. Responsive Intelligence is the name of this Universal Game, even in plants...
and in whatever nameless Way daffodils respond to their environment,
their yesterday with sunshine had a much different quality to it than
their under-snow today has. For them, today must feel like a really
dark daffodil night of the Soul....
so I send them thoughts of love and encouragement, knowing that they will survive their dark night of the snow.
Precious daffodil darlings, this must be a very trying time for you,
you have lost all sensual signals of life. Perhaps you feel abandoned
in a white blanket void, as though all around you is cold and chaotic,
far from the freedom and warmth of sunshine, air and bird song. Take
courage, Blossoms-to-be! This time is not the chaos it seems to you,
not counter-productive to your best interests, NOT evil in any way!
Your senses may tell you differently, your environment may scream
bondage and misery, but this is only so you may be chiseled more
perfectly into what you are meant to Become!!
....Look past your senses, dear sprouts!.look behind your senses,
within, to the Root from Whom your flower-ness, and all Life, is
ultimately drawn.There you will intuit and inbreathe the Essence of
your Nature, and It will manifest the true Daffodil through you, the
Infinite Energy that Shapes everything.
All One, One All, through All Time!.
My dear flower friends, I tell them, when the One Architect of Nature
decided that S/He wanted to create the perfect daffodil, S/He first
formed a Blueprint of the Daffodil Idea in the canvas of Space; S/He
drew out with omnipresent finger the Idea of Divine Daffodil present
Everywhere in all Its perfection and glorious likeness to Its Creator.
With Substance as the canvas, our Architect draws and weaves, writes
and sounds in perfect Oneness all the seasons of all the beings who
stream through Time..daffodil and demon, humanity and hallucination,
sun and blizzard, every nuance and note, every death and new beginning.
ALL Colors are needed, dear daffs, ALL the Colors are needed in order to paint us All into the Masterpiece we are becoming.
what seems desolate is really germination, gestation;
what seems horrible, unfair and unbearable is really an opportunity to come forth to new Awakening.
and what seems to be death is Really a glorious birth chamber wherein
our Architect forms us ever more perfectly into our True Selves!!
In the meantime, Be still, dear daffodils, Be still and Know that you are God.
Much Love to you All,
JoAnn
JoAnn Kite
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