‘The Darkness of the Soil.’

Everyone goes through periods of deep uncertainty. Times when the path in front of us no longer seems visible. It can feel like stepping into the dark, unable to see what lies ahead. And perhaps there are times when we are not meant to move at all, but to rest. An invitation for deep inner inquiry. A time when there is nothing to seek or do externally, but rather an opportunity to connect with the depths of our own inner world.

I was once told that when you plant a seed, it is surrounded by deep darkness. You cannot force the seed to sprout; otherwise, you interfere with the natural process of its growth. Nature teaches us that every season has its unique purpose. It has its own sacred rhythm — one that cannot be forced. And with every season, we are able to witness the changes that arise naturally.

When a seed is first planted, it enters a time of deep inner rest. A time to be patient, to nourish it, to water it, and to allow it to develop beneath the surface. In the darkness of the soil, where the seed is hidden from our sight, something essential is happening. This is the foundation upon which the seed will eventually grow and bloom.

When we fail to honour the sacredness of this time, we miss the full beauty of what is unfolding.

It is that simple. And yet, I find myself struggling in the darkness of my own soil, unable to see what is going to happen.
But what if darkness isn't an absence of growth, but the very place where growth is happening?

I am learning to surrender to the uncertainty of this sacred process of deep inner growth. At times, I feel stuck, frustrated, and even angry, not knowing where I am going or what my destination will be. But what I am learning is that everything takes time. I am learning to accept and surrender to the sacredness of my own path.

Walking the path of self-discovery and deep inner healing comes with a great deal of uncertainty. We begin to unlearn the ideas, beliefs, and concepts we have carried about ourselves and about life. And as we let go of what we thought we knew, we enter a space where we don't yet know what will be.

The mind always wants to make sense of things. It wants to know where we are going, what is happening, and what comes next. But the mind is limited by what it already knows from the past. When we give the mind too much power, instead of freeing ourselves, we can imprison ourselves even further.

I am learning that life is not meant to make sense. It is more about embracing the natural unfolding of life — an unfolding that holds so much mystery and wonder. It is about allowing ourselves to blossom at our own pace, and learning to honour and embrace the sacredness of the darkness in which our seed is planted.

Isn’t that worth waiting for? To witness our own potential and beauty slowly unfolding, until we bloom in our own unique way.