Yesterday afternoon there was a bit of sunshine so I stepped out for a walk since the garden was too cold and wet to work. Along the edge of the road, I spied this daffodil growing of its own free will midst snow, grass, brambles. It spoke to me of the brightness of our divine nature which we can cultivate so that it blossoms in spite of what is around us, in spite of the cold of a world where the human beings risk reverting to nothing more than thinking animals.
“(On) man(‘s head) My Word is the ice crown. The noise opens the mouth, (but it) closes the ear.”
The Revelation of Arès vii/15-16
The snow in the ditch is a crown of ice for this brave flower. How many of us are cold, indifferent to the fact that our Creator manifested in Arès? If we listen to His call to change, we will flourish, other bulbs will take root, there can be a whole field of bright yellow, of souls seeking to be and do Good.
No, this not daffy–it is totally possible if we get to work.