|'Sunshine' by Jong Soo (Peter) Lee via Flickr|
Today I met a little girl. And even though her wings were tucked inside her sweater I saw the angel in her eyes. Didn’t matter that she was little. Didn’t matter that she was even tiny. She was elegant, as elegant as a deer treading lightly in the dark. I watched as her weight barely reached her feet, as her fingers swam gently thru the air, as her voice came out in swirls, intoxicating even those who thought their ears had hardened closed long ago. This little girl formed from a single puff of summer cloud, touched my heart. And I heard her story on the phone.
Lily’s parents are friends of friends and they live in Seattle. They dote. And dote. And dote. On their little girl. Why? Because she is different and different sometimes brings that out in us. Especially when it comes to our children. And especially when it comes to Lily, an angel in disguise. Or maybe she isn’t in much of a disguise after all.
Lily went to the hospital for many months. And often. She had test after test done to try to figure out why she wasn’t growing like other kids her age. Then one day, summer arrived.
So Lily grew.
And almost as much as her classmates had the entire year.
But before too long, the colder days begged to return en masse, and the sun had no choice but to hide its face, until one day, like a heavy cloak, winter had returned.
So Lily stopped growing.
Not another smidgen
Or even a fraction of a millimeter
For the entire winter.
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"So what did they decide?" I asked into the phone from my Mexican sunshine home.
"Decide? They learned," my friend said back to me. "They learned that Lily's growing season is summertime and summertime alone."
"I'm making up the guest room now..."
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My Wednesday Wish for You?
To answer these questions for yourself and to share those that want to be set free:
What nourishes you?
What fans your embers and fuels your fires?
When is your growing season?
Are you blinking away the questions?
Or are you inviting them to visit your depths, to flicker their light in the darkest corners of your cave?
Can you honor your Self? More.
Can you feed your spirit’s hungers? More.
Can you be who you came to earth to be, not tomorrow or next week or when you lose that weight or get that job, but today? Today.
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Yes, you can see yourSelf. And yes, you can honor yourSelf. But you must begin. Both. Before you can truly grow. Into the beautiful blossom you were always meant to be.