Do you ever imagine a conversation?
The little one looks up at her elder....asking:
What is it like to grow so big...so tall...so strong...so beautiful...and filled with grace?
The elder looks down. Softly. Gently. Kindly.
From here - I have a grander view. I see more clearly. I know things I never knew.
My trunk is rooted.
My limbs have learned that there's a time to grow...and a time to let go.
My seeds are spreading...sprouting new saplings of their own.
You'll get here - she says. Someday. Sooner than you know.
For now - enjoy the fog...and rain and snow...and seasons as they change.
No hurry. No rush.
Allow yourself this gift of time.
Trust. Believe. And know.