Tuesday, July 10, 2012

Of Seedlings, Birthday & Love


Maulana Jalal ad-Dīn Muhammad Rumi once said:

"You were born with wings, why prefer to crawl through life?”


        (Today article is a dedication to the other half of my sky who's celebrating her 24th birthday. May God be with you forever more.)

         At lunch the other day, a new friend and I were discussing changes in our lives and how everything feels very new and different.
  
         I had to admit that I am a huge fans of the work by Rumi, Khalil Gibran and Hafez.  I can see the way Khalil Gibran describes the process of change in my own life. He compares change to the immense bravery of a seed being forced into the ground. He describes the painful experience he imagines the seed must endure, as it splits apart and becomes something entirely different.

        Still deeply under the earth, the seedling struggles to find light, water, and nutrients for life. And one day, it emerges, not recognizable to those who only knew it as a seed.  Yet it remembers the journey—the journey to something larger, but unknown. 

          As I learned more about myself and honored the path that called to me, the seedling became stronger. As I spoke up and stated my truth—at first somewhat timidly and then more clearly—my seedling began to grow into something larger and more identifiable.

          I came to see who I was becoming. I stepped out into the light. I offered my gift to the world. I let go of trying to control the result and honored the moment. As I became more authentic, my life began to take shape.

          I met other people on similar paths.  Some found me while seeking their own answers.  A new circle began to emerge, one based on this new growth—my sturdy little seedling.

          As such, be strong in the new chapter of your life my dearest Rina. And like the seed, remember the journey. Do not discount the dark days spent waiting for the emergence of yourself.  Those days have given you valuable information that you can share with other people on this path.

          As a seed buried in the earth cannot imagine itself as an orchid or hyacinth, neither can a heart packed with hurt imagine itself loved or at peace. The courage of the seed is that once cracking, it cracks all the way. 

          Perhaps a groovy kind of happiness is just around the corner for you on your birthday.

P/s

I am nothing special, of this I am sure about it Sabrina. I am just a normal man with extra-ordinary thoughts and I've led a beautiful life. There are no monuments dedicated to me and my name will soon be forgotten, but I've loved you with all my heart and soul, and to me, this has always been enough for me in my pursuit of happiness. I love you, now and forever, happy birthday again my hummingbird. 


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