The Bravery of Belief
This is just a short post about the power of believing, having perseverance, and cultivating hope, as well as to share the completion of the piece I was working on.
Rather than speak a bunch on these topics, I’ll just say that I’ve been surrounded by reflections that underscore these themes and point to growth being an invitation that is much more intimate than one extended from outside of us alone. It is one that beckons from within us as quiet joy to cultivate a new frequency we can share as potential with others.
I feel strongly that we experience things based on the extent we want, or can stretch ourselves, to believe in their possibility.
When there’s something I really want, or would like to see manifest, I don’t allow the beliefs of others to hinder my own.
Astrid is also a strong proponent of the same, which is evident by her behaviors and the way she stretches herself to do what others wouldn’t think she could, or to do even what others might limit themselves from doing in situations she finds herself in.
She astonishes people with her ways, her ability to communicate, and to surpass limitations placed on not just rabbits, but animals altogether.
She also braves new frontiers and leads as a central figure even though her voice is silent unlike the rest of us – like trying to be friends, and communicate, with the cats (normally predators to rabbits), as well as making sure she’s keeping the family unit close by rounding us all up, and doing her best to raise herself to our physical level so she can communicate more equally and be seen as a soul rather than just a rabbit.
Her new thing is to run into our bedroom in the morning and hit the doorstop on the back of the door so that it loudly goes, “BOINNNGGGGG!” Her way of starting the day with deliberate intention and getting everyone up and hopping to things awaiting.
Her desire to communicate at the same level is part of why she likes to climb up on her castles and the couch – to meet us more on equal grounds. She sees no difference between us or the cats, and she’s absolutely correct.
She’s a big soul in a small 6.2 pound body, but has more bravery and belief than most any of us. She’s not deterred by anyone’s thoughts on how rabbits “should” be. She’s determined to help change our perspective about all consciousness, regardless of form.
I mentioned that we took home five chestnuts that Dave found, just before New Year’s Eve to see if we could grow them. I got them in good soil in a pot and followed some guidelines I read, but most importantly kept believing.
Four of the five had tiny sprouts when we found them. The fifth was with the others and looked very healthy, but hadn’t sprouted. We had no idea what would happen, but each day I talked to them, checked in, watered, and nurtured…especially with a lot of hope and belief. I had some grow lights I attached to their pot too.
We had some guests over recently as a send-off celebration for them leaving for several months and showed the pot to them. They were curious, but didn’t share our enthusiasm of the possibility. I heard a list of doubts rattled off, but they humored what they called, “a fun experiment.”
Well, since that day two of them are now 6 inches tall, as of just minutes ago.
The fifth one that hadn’t sprouted, doesn’t appear it was meant to. Two went gangbusters and the other two I haven’t given up on, as I can see they are pushing strongly and about to burst on the scene in a big way – at least that’s what I believe.
Those two share the kind of bravery and perseverance I feel Astrid has. Perhaps even…sometimes…me.
They had originally been the fastest growers, then their ends dried, but I didn’t give up on them. While the other two shot up like mini trees with glee, I’ve been encouraging these other two to keep on, keeping on. I don’t know yet the outcome, but I won’t give up on them.
I still believe.
And as for the other two, I’ve been starting to measure them throughout the day and am astonished at how rapidly they are maturing.
I literally watched them grow over half an inch in just a couple of hours.
The photos don’t do them justice, but they are now peeking up over the top of the pot and the other two have burst open the dry stems and are pushing up with gusto! Go baby go!!
Chestnut trees, as I mentioned in an earlier post, have become a symbol of perseverance and hope.
These little ones are certainly living up to their name.
Dave has mentioned to me not to invest too much of myself into them, as they’re still so fragile and unknown. Perhaps he doesn’t want to see me disappointed, but I live for doing all that I can do today. And today, I want my sweet plant babies to know I see them in their fullness as chestnut trees.
They’ve made it this far, so perhaps they might just keep merging hope with belief to match the reflection I’m mirroring to them. And even if that belief decides to remain in my heart, alone, there it will grow into the possibilities of more nows and tomorrows to create and expand upon.
Perhaps some of all of that is what I’m matching the reflection of myself right now.
Nothing is isolated to one-sided experience.
I know that between them and Astrid, and even the brave little chickadees I keep encountering all around this one ski lift I ride, I’m feeling encouraged to do the same with my own growth.
The landscape around me softly screams the same – from the harshest conditions emerges the greatest potentials.
I find that the incredible and unbelievable are happening more and more these days and refuse to keep hidden any longer for any of us.
And that leads me to the completed creation I shared in my last post, now ready to fly home.
Yep, that’s right. I did receive the message to release it to whom its meant to support.
Perhaps that is you.
Whether to just view it, or actually experience it in person…here it is now sealed with varnish and activated with crystalline keys to enter the gateway.
And if it whispers to that brave, persevering, and hopeful part of your own invitation for growth, more details, photos, and the way to bring it home await you at this link: