There are parts of us that are so used to the winter, they have forgotten how to thaw come the spring.

Sometimes parts we don’t even remember.

Hidden jewels of life force within us, waiting for the right moment to emerge.

Sometimes the only clue that they are there at all is a subtle sense of absence, a vague grief, a forgotten longing.

To be too much in contact with these frozen places would be too painful.

But they are there.

Waiting for the warming rays of the sun to awaken them,

Waiting for warming touch of love,

Waiting for a presence in which they feel safe to exist ….

Every plant has the capacity to touch us in ways we don’t yet understand.

Primrose, in her delicate winter emergence, opens a door to remembering …. the possibility of pausing, slowing, reconnecting …

Soft delight

Unknown depths

Sweet lullaby

Light innocence

Fledgling joy

The doorway offered by Primrose,

is to a place of slow reflection,

a warming of the frozen parts within you