There are so many symbols of rebirth in the spring…the eggs, the Christian story of rebirth and resurrection, the Passover celebration, not to mention the arrival of all the fuzzy little lambs, fluffy chicks, sweet ducklings and prolific bunnies.
My personal favourite icon of rebirth and renewal is the bright and sturdy daffodil. They persist. They shine. Year after year they’re one of the first to poke their way through the still frosty earth, seemingly determined to be here. They’re not fragile or delicate or even that tender. They’re bright and cheerful and we can count on them to show up…every year…without fail.
I admire that quality…of persisting and showing up; it’s getting up in the morning when we’re so tired we think we simply can’t do it all over again, it’s patience with a small child who’s afraid of the dark and can’t sleep, it’s the compassion to simply be there for a friend and it’s the love it takes to stand up for ourselves. It’s the determination to overcome life’s challenges. It’s many different things…it’s gentle yet fierce, it’s kind yet bold but it all comes down to persisting.
Persisting, to know our truth and shine. Every day, every moment we have the opportunity to take a new breath, to birth ourselves anew, to show up.
Right now there are fields of daffodils around me everywhere I look. The bulbs were planted almost a hundred years ago and still they show up, just as they have every spring. It’s just what they do...and showing up is just what we do too in our everyday acts of bravery…we show up, live life and shine.
(The Saanich Peninsula, where I live, is home to the largest daffodil growing area in Canada and the second largest growing area in North America. The first daffodils were planted here in 1915).