Every autumn for twelve years I’ve wanted to share this with you. However, other priorities prevented it. Either I wasn’t blogging at the time or another post wanted to flower.
However now–today–this very moment–it’s apparently time.
Do you see the lupine blooming in the picture above?
It’s yet another miracle.
Because lupines do not bloom here in the Upper Peninsula of Michigan in late October.
They bloom in late May, June, maybe early July.
But not in late October with ferns dying all around. With trees gently letting go of their leaves.
It’s a darn miracle when a flower blooms out of season.
Don’t you think?
It always makes me think–if a flower can bloom in October–we humans can also bloom in unexpected sesasons.
We don’t have to follow the crowd and bloom when it’s socially acceptable.
We can bloom when we’re 65 or 70 or 75 or 80.
We can bloom when no one is betting on us.
We can bloom when everything looks dismal, when frost is coming. When we’re hurting. When we’re confused. When life feels very tentative indeed.
We can bloom, dear reader, we can bloom. Even today. Even tomorrow.
I’ve even read stories about Native American healers digging beneath snow to find flowers blooming.
Can you imagine the miracle of that?
And let us not forget the miracle of going to seed.
Of bursting forth in the glory of a life well lived. A life filled with joys and challenges, a life filled with sunshine and rain, a life filled with hungry buzzing insects and soft sunrises.
Nature continues to teach us everyday if we watch her. She teaches how to bloom and how to let go. How to nurture and how to grow sovereign.
May each one of you continue to bloom forth in unexpected times. Know that it’s all possible. It truly is.