Do Not Ask Rock to Be Rain

Flower pushes through a crack in Rock, barely a crack, yet there it is, a Flower. Such a small fragile Being, to meet the challenge of Rock, to emerge into the light of day, its tiny self reaching bravely toward Sun.

And Spirit says, “Dear One, you are growing in such a rocky place. You rise to meet the Sun. This journey is not about making Rock soft, but about beauty and pursuit of Light. Little flowers do not soften rock into soil. Only time, rain, eons, lifetimes, soften rock. Yet little flowers still grow, still seek the light, still bring beauty into hard places.

“Dear One, do not blame Rock for being rock. This is what is. You are Flower. You are Beauty. You are Strength. You are Courage. You bring life into this hard place.

“There is no point in denying or avoiding what is. But know this, Seed survives for centuries, safe inside the seed casing. But to reach the Light, Sprout faces the challenge of the Unknown, pushing up through Rock into Light.

So Spirit says, “Don’t fight the Rock. The Rock is Rock. Growing in this rocky place makes you strong. Follow your dream. Reach for the Light. Be the beauty that you are, even while Rock remains Rock.

“Rock may not appear to be aware of you, Little Flower, but in the way of rock, Rock sees and is proud – proud of being Rock for you, proud of being a solid place for you to grow, proud of your beauty, proud of your growth and tenacity. Rock may not caress you as Breeze caresses. Rock may not warm you as Sun warms. Yet Rock supports. Rock hold enough soil for you to grow, to become, to flower.

“Rock is Rock. Rock is always present, always there, solid, as Rock is. Rock loves you, Little Flower, in the way of Rock. But more love is with you than Rock love. There is also Sun love, Rain love, Breeze love, Soil, Lichen, and Bacteria love, all feeding you, holding you, in the place that looks like only Rock. There is never only Rock.

“You are not meant to soften Rock. It is not your mission to soften Rock. Others – Wind, Rain, Lichen – soften Rock. Bigger forces than you, Gentle Little One, have the task of softening, shifting, moving and changing Rock.

“One would think that a raindrop, a sunbeam, a tiny lichen or a breeze, could not shift a mighty rock, but that is the way. Even in one winter, a rock wall shifts. A few winters pass and the wall is a pile of stone. This is the way of Rock, Wind and Water. Let it be. Let them do their job.

“Your job, Dear Little One, is to stretch toward Sun, to be Beauty, and to produce Seed. This is the Way of Flower. Let it be. Let Sun and Breeze and Rain caress and love you as you need, even while Rock sits in wordless Presence. Rock can only be rock. And yet, there Rock is, a loving setting for roots and growth, the container you need. Do not expect this container to be Sunshine. To not ask Rock to be Rain.