daffodil bulb wishes
There have been some big changes in our life lately. The biggest came at my paid work a couple of weeks ago. It was the kind of change that calls everything into question and frees me up for new possibilities. It was the kind of change that open windows when doors get closed; the kind of change that promise new adventures if you follow the string. It is also the kind of change that can stir up all my big fears and set my security-loving gremlins all a-tremble. Everything is in a sort of limbo and its completely unclear which way it will go.

This autumn, like every autumn, I am enchanted by how nature is in transition too. Moving from the juicy goodness and abundance of late summer to the stark, bare essential-ness of winter. Leaves let go so the trees can rest. Birds fly away, frogs disappear into the mud. Oak trees lets their acorns drop with the hope that some of them will find fertile ground come spring. Letting go of everything without any promise but with every bit of faith that eventually the sun will come round again. Autumn is the exhale.

These days, as I marvel at nature’s transformation, this deep letting go, I am profoundly aware that in my own personal changes, I have no idea how it will all work out. I am letting go without any real sense of what comes next. The only thing that is inevitable is the change. And I am practicing finding peace in all the ways things are different than I thought they would be, practicing finding my center and exclaiming, “How fascinating” at every squirmy turn.

Its uncomfortable.

Yet, through it all I have found great comfort in the simple act of planting daffodil bulbs. Digging into the cold wet autumn ground and hiding a treasure. Its an act of faith, really, planting bulbs. It seems crazy this sticking something into the earth just before it freezes, trusting that despite the cold and ice and snow, the thieving squirrels and other hungry animals that it will ultimately spring into something lovely and green and beautiful. But I do it and I never really doubt my flower garden. I can’t say how or why it works but I believe that God and nature and Mother Earth will do their jobs and come spring my garden will be full of color. Like the trees who drop their acorns on muddy fall paths, I am trusting that if I just let go, something new will (one day) be born.

Its that kind of faith pure and simple that I need right now.

This fall, as I plant my bulbs I am adding a new practice. I am writing on tiny pieces of paper the things I am cultivating my faith around. I am wrapping each tiny piece of paper around a bulb and blessing it before I pile the dirt back into the hole. Every day for as little as 5 minutes a day, sometimes as long as an hour, I am digging, praying silently. I am, quite literally, asking Mother Earth to hold onto my dreams, my needs, my deepest wishes.

Here are just a few of the things I am holding the space for, opening up to, trusting in:

That there always will be enough and we will not want.
That an open path to the next phase of my life will appear.
That I will have the resources to support us and to do the work I am dreaming of
That the cat will stop peeing in the house and my house will smell good every day when I walk in.
That allies and friends will show up when I need them.
That life will slow down.
That Max knows how much I love him and that he always feel cherished
That abundance and goodness will find us and that there will be more than enough to share.
That creativity will guide me and I will grow into the healer I am becoming
That I will know what to do at the moment I need to do it

As the days get darker we need to trust more and more. These practices, which feel so ancient to me give me strength. I have a bag of daffodils and I want to share. Leave a comment here or drop me a line at meg (at) megcasey (dot) com and whisper what you are offering up to faith these days. I promise that between now and Thanksgiving, I will plant you a bulb with your wish/hope/statement of faith in my garden where it will rest all winter before it blooms into magic I promise will be just for you.

6 Responses to “Planting Hope”

  1. Mom Says:

    That good health will return to our dear Larry and that he will become a Cancer Surviver.

    A beautiful piece of writing, Meg that makes us all stop and think about what is really important in life, and aware of the many blessings we have been given.

    So appropriate as we approach this holiday season.

  2. Eileen Says:

    I second your mom – will you plant two? And plant one for Emily – that she is able to still enjoy being a child thru all of this. Love you my dear Meglet…

  3. Tracy Says:

    “Autumn is the exhale.” Ahhhhh, so beautiful Meg!

    I just received my 3! bags of daffodils from my son’s school fundraiser today. Sweet sychnronicity! I love this idea, each of my bulbs will now have a blessing too, if you don’t mind my copying you? :o)

    To weave the net, the web of life, my blessing, my hope for one of your bulbs is: that I can follow my heart, my dreams, and not lose anything precious to me, that i can have both/all rather than either/or.

    Thank you Meg!

    If you’d like to send a blessing across the country, I’d love to wrap yours around one of my bulbs too!

    Warmest autumn hugs! tracy

  4. Trish Says:

    I am sending all good wishes enveloped the warmest of hugs to you, my majestic healer.

    I am requesting you daffodil for me a message that my next healthy, adorable, wanted, loved, child show up in the next three to six months and I just near to clear the clutter for their entrance.


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