Every Easter, my sweetie brings home a lily from his church. Every May, i plant the dead brown plant in my white garden. And now, 2 Easter lilies have resurrected themselves near my front door. Joy!
In our meditation practice, we keep planting ourselves on the cushion (or chair). Sometimes our practice feels old and dry. We have to be creative to infuse our practice with a new fragrance.
And then, it blooms.