With spring in the air and Easter tucked behind us, the inspiration of re-birth is all around us. As the trees flaunt their green and the flowers humbly display their effortless glory, it can also be a time for us to look within and do a little personal blooming.
I, for one, need a little reminder every once in awhile to keep blooming, to keep working on myself and being the fullest expression of who I truly am. Spring is my nudge to bloom, to never neglect that part of me that seeks fulfillment, truth, and clarity.
Luckily, since I sometimes become complacent with my own personal growth, I’m happy to report that we already have everything we need to bloom tucked neatly within ourselves. Sometimes, it’s tucked deep inside, in the furthermost, darkest, most spider-y corner of our spiritual closets (scary!). But those tools of self-discovery, that inner road map that reads like an oddly-familiar biography, are in there somewhere, just waiting for us to dust off and re-discover our own truth.
Blooming is being who you truly are, whom God has called you to be. It’s letting go and effortlessly being that brilliant blend of genes, experience, heart, and soul that is uniquely you. How heaven-sent does that sound?
Can you remember who you were as a child, when you were most free to embrace your true self and run through the grass, barefoot and carefree? What are the moments in your life that have brought you the most unfiltered joy and peace? What are the activities that you do now that make time melt and stand still?
As we go through childhood, adolescence, and the many phases of adulthood, many of us lose that sense of whom we truly are, our divine essence. Our experiences, expectations of others, and beliefs about whom we should be both cloud our vision and build up like sediment, covering and sometimes smothering whom we are meant and called to be.
Over time, we can literally become strangers to ourselves. We lose that connection to what lights us up and what will carry us through.
Reconnecting with yourself and loving yourself is your true power and calling. You are your own muse and your own best friend. In the name of spring and in the hopes of calling forth your own personal revelation that you “can love again the stranger” who is (none other than) you, I’m sharing this beautiful poem by Derek Walcott.
“Love After Love”
The time will come
when, with elation
you will greet yourself arriving
at your own door, in your own mirror
and each will smile at the other’s welcome,
and say, sit here. Eat.
You will love again the stranger who was your self.
Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart
to itself, to the stranger who has loved you
all your life, whom you ignored
for another, who knows you by heart.
Take down the love letters from the bookshelf
the photographs, the desperate notes,
peel your own image from the mirror.
Sit. Feast on your life.
~Derek Walcott, Collected Poems 1948-1984, New York, Farrar Straus Giroux, 1986.
Every time I read this poem, I relish the thought of looking in the mirror and peeling my image from it. I would peel it off and bring it in for a big bear hug. Likewise, I relish the freedom of just being me, of giving my heart back to myself. As the new life of spring surrounds us, I hope that we can all find these long-neglected blooms within ourselves and love ourselves once again.
And I can’t wait to feast on my own life. That sounds delicious.