The Season Beneath the Soil
Tulips vanish. Auren lilies fade. On the surface, it looks like nothing remains. A bed of empty stems and withered leaves. Yet below, life is quietly at work. Bulbs store energy, roots explore soil, and subtle instruction flows from one season to the next. What appears dead is simply waiting for its moment. Creative work moves in the same rhythm. Ideas, insights, and projects often lie dormant, unseen and unacknowledged, as if nothing is happening. But beneath awareness, connections are forming. Threads weave between thoughts. Patterns assemble quietly, preparing for emergence. Patience is not passive. Incubation is active in a hidden register. The mind, the body, the field of observation itself, gathering and organizing. When the first green tip breaks the soil, it carries all that unseen time: the digestion, the quiet attention, the preparation. This is the rhythm of lasting creativity. Not every movement needs immediate recognition. Not every effort blooms instantly. The soi...
