“She listened carefully and heard the whisper: grow, grow, grow.” ~Vivienne
I’ve always been entranced by quotes, lyrics and poems.
I would collect them in a journal, write them on my mirror in paint, use them as a mantra.
I started to notice a pattern a while back that I would be deeply and intuitively drawn to a quote or lyric but not quite understand the relevance it had in my life. Those would be the ones that would find a place on my wall, or be written big over and over. It was as though they were the one I’d need in the days ahead or the quote that was in fact a glimpse of what was ahead.
One of those that was written on paper and put up on my wall for a long time was the Anais Nin quote:
“And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom”
It was as though I was preparing myself for that day.
I knew at the time I was indeed tight in a bud and it was as though I needed to trust that I would blossom. To know that it might not be simple or easy but would be worth the risk.
Then it happened and I did. And it wasn’t easy or simple. It was downright scary and it felt like a shedding of skin.
But over the years, I somehow have learned to remember this intrinsically when facing down fear. When risking. Sure, I forget it sometimes but I’m hopeful that the risks will lead me to the right place, even if I can’t imagine what a photograph of that place would look like right now.
I’m hearing whispers of this lately. Of a big risk.
Of a few big risks in fact.
I feel it coming, a bit more shedding of skin. Of more risk for the sake of blossoming.
Even if it is scary, or if I don’t know exactly how it will work out.
So I’m following the whispers that are telling me to grow, grow, grow.
I’m listening to them.