“Vision is not enough, it must be combined with venture. It is not enough to stare up the steps, we must step up the stairs.”~Vaclav Havel
Yet we stand at the bottom of the stairs as long as we must. This spring as I get swept up in the emergence of life, I am reminded about sacred timing. The morning skies are a highway of birds and the gardens are flooded with small green weeds. Yet, not even a week ago, there wasn't so much as a hint of life. Presence was a silent dawn and hard sleepy mounds of earth.
This long winter of my life I have played Dr. Clarissa Pinkola Estes version of Sleeping Beauty over and over. Examining the story through the eyes of addiction, shadow and light. Like the many knights that failed to penetrate the wall of bramble, I threw the book at my own sorrow diving into every kind of light-seeking wisdom I could find. In the end, the light I found was not in any of those. In her version of the story, there is no true-love's kiss, no gallant prince to wake her. The 100-year curse simply expired. The sun shone, the brambles peeled easily back, she rose from her long sleep.
It was just time.
I once again have faith in emergence. Nature tells us it is a universal truth. I hope the next time I am standing at the bottom of a set of cold mossy stairs I will remember one thing.
The magic is in the waiting, hidden in the gift of dreaming.