The Motion

People before me have made the argument.

But here is my best shot on this rainy, under-caffeinated morning in Spring.

We are in the process of unfolding and unfurling.

That process is the purpose.

We develop outward by developing inward, like seeds that sprout by first feeding on themselves and then the world.

No matter how dormant or how hidden or how misunderstood we are for a season,

There is a motion. Molecular and microscopic, but motion. An endless stirring that calls us forth from the dead, cold ground.

We may not see it there always, next to the compost of broken dreams and leaves taking their time to decay,

But slow motion is motion still.

Help us to love ourselves.