I once planted a peony bush against the back garden wall. I had high hopes for its heartiness, imagining blooms the size of dinner plates. And, the fragrance – yes! Upon a late summer’s eve, a whisper of sweetness creating a perfection of compliment to the midnight moon’s glow.

For days, then weeks into months I watched. Yet, nothing happened; no change occurred. I added fertilizer, then watered until the soils were soaked. Though, the blooms never came and the plant eventually died.

You see, I had assumed that all plants require the same things to grow. However, we must learn to nurture in the way that is needed.

So often we do, thinking ‘it must be this.’ We fail to respond within the context of true service.

In this space, we realize the courtesy of being human. Where unconditionality moves to the point of transcendence.

Though countless years have passed since that first peony failed to take root, trust the lesson has been learned and the garden now flourishes.

In peace..

Namaste ❤️