EIM: Somewhere between Shy and Mysterious

I have always been a private person and yet somehow my insides have always found their way out.  We have a tree in our backyard.  It’s a tiny purple plum and last year we were certain it was dead.  We discussed ways to uproot and replant, we discussed waiting to see what happened.  I looked out one day last week and noticed its beautiful pink flowers blossoming so boldly on the lower half.  The upper half still blank with stupor.  But the explosion?  The explosion of blooms is glorious! They are tiny clusters huddling together bringing life and newness and assurance.  Everything around me breathes my imprint, tells my story and it’s both secretive and seen.  I am ok with a partial blossom sometimes. It’s important to keep things to myself and sometimes I want to share.  Sometimes I don’t know how to share and sometimes what I share is misperceived.  The container holds all of the content that will find its way to expression when the time for expression is in season.