What an amazing year this is turning out to be.
It’s not so amazing because of the manifestations – don’t get me wrong, I see a lot of stuff happening and I am so thrilled at the things I see unfolding. I see things being birthed that were conceived years ago. The past couple of weeks have had confused weather. The mornings have been cold and cloudy and unappealing and then the afternoons are all sunshine and yellow and bright and yummy. It reminds me of my current season. In some areas of my life I have seen a blooming and a blossoming in what now seems like a zero-to-sixty-in-5-seconds. And in others it seems cold, blistering and downright freezing.
What I have come to understand is that for the seemingly sudden boom in blossoms, it is not sudden at all. In fact, seeds that were sown months, years and even decades ago, seeds that did not bloom or even (to the naked eye) germinate were incubating and garnering the strength, the resources, the equipment, the skills and the wisdom to be able to stand.
Conversely, things that seem to be in the blizzard season and do not appear like they will flourish are probably in their hibernation phase, waiting for the right moment to emerge in all their glory and splendor.
Here’s the thing. I was born and bred (for the most part) in Africa. There’s something about the dry scorching heat of the African sun in our African summer that just makes us jumpy. It makes us hungry. It makes us ambitious. It makes us over-achievers. So on that front, I am an over-achiever. Perhaps it’s the taste of the dry dust on our tongues or the gritty feel of sand in our eyes. Perhaps it’s the beautiful endless plateaus in the Mara or the sense of adventure along the Tana River. Perhaps it’s the feel of the drum that is our heartbeat as it dances along to the rhythm of the earth. Perhaps I will one day find out what it is. Perhaps I don’t care to find out. What I do know is this (and allow me to draw analogies from the almighty Bamboo plant:
- The size of a Bamboo depends on it’s species – I am of the restless species. Silence helps me to grow but in the meantime I sometimes feel like nothing is happening. The size of my dream – your dream – our dreams depends on our species as dreamers.
- Flowers of bamboo are rarely seen. Some species of bamboo develop flowers after 65 or 120 years. – Some dreams will take longer to flourish. Don’t get discouraged. Don’t give up. Don’t change your focus. Be CONSISTENT!
- Bamboo releases 30% more oxygen into the atmosphere and absorbs more carbon dioxide compared to other plants – Your dreams have got to be able to be more positive and release more solutions even while they absorb the negative and eliminate problems. If not, they will not be great!
- Bamboo can survive more than 120 years in the wild. – Your dream must be able to outlive you and outlast the environment! Your dream, your purpose, your raison d’etre must be a legacy!
I am Beautiful – Empowered – Visionary
I am @BeautifulPetal_