Why are we so afraid of change?
Why, when we are so desperate for change, do we become even more desperate when transformation begins? Why do we lose our childhood faith in growing?
Why do we cling to old attachments instead of submitting ourselves to new possibilities — to the undiscovered worlds in our own bodies, minds and souls? We plant our fat amaryllis bulb. We water it, give it sunlight, watch the first green shoot, the rapidly growing stock, the buds, and then marvel at the great bell flowers tolling their hallelujahs to the snow outside. Why should we have more faith in an amaryllis bulb than in ourselves?
Is it because we know that the amaryllis is living by some inner law — a law that we have lost touch with in ourselves? If we can allow ourselves time to listen to the amaryllis, we can resonate with its silence. We can experience its eternal stillness. We can find ourselves at the heart of the mystery. And in that place, the place of the Goddess, we can accept birth and death. The exquisite blossom will die, but if the bulb is given rest and darkness, another bloom will come next year.
Insecurity lies at the heart of the fear of change. Individuals who recognize their own worth among those they love can leave and return without fear of separation. They know they are valued for themselves.
~ Marion Woodman
…believe in a love that is being stored up for you like an inheritance…
— Rainer Maria Rilke
“Everyone will tell you WHAT you’re doing, but only you can tell us WHY you’re doing it. The why is what distinguishes your work.”
— Martha Graham
There’s just too much forcing, too much conscious agenda overiding the wisdom inherent in our own bodies, in the earth itself. Too little listening to the intelligence of Creation that surrounds us. We assume we know better. We discipline ourselves to the cultural regime and measure ourselves according to its standards, forgetting that a natural understanding is already planted in us. We’ve just forgotten how to hear its messages.