From Women Who Run with the Wolves, “I hope you will go out and let stories, that is life, happen to you, and that you will work with these stories… water them with your blood and tears and your laughter till they bloom, till you yourself burst into bloom.”
I have always had this sense that I was a “late bloomer” somehow the timeline for life has never Fit me. So here I am now, finally blooming. And yes, yes, my blood and tears have watered my life stories.
I looked up the definition in Wikipedia and it says,a “late bloomer is a person whose talents or capabilities are not visible to others until later than usual. An adult whose talent or genius in a particular field only appears later in life than is normal.” What does normal mean anyway? This implies time has one definition agreed to by all. This is not true. We know based on Einsteins laws of relativity that it is truly all relative.
Time is an illusion,
there is no time,
there is no such a thing as time,
time is a human
which arises out of our need
to make sense of
the changing universe around us. (Bodhisagar)
As I continue to blossom, somehow my belief in goodness goes undeterred. I believe in magic and hope that this blooming will lead to a beautiful miracle in my life. I thank you all who read my words, you are indeed holding space for me and I LOVE YOU!
I know I don’t have to worry about time. It’s ok to be a Late Bloomer.