The Writing Life – Bloom. Rest. Burn.

In Guatemala, hillsides are sewn together in patchwork beauty. The plants weave together in milpa gardens—corn rises tall to protect tender shoots from harsh sun and wind, avocado hedges against predators, tender melons and squash enrich earth below. There is the fruit for the present moment and grain for the difficult days to come. Each surrenders to the harvest at its own pace. None can be forced, or all will be damaged.

In the Guatemalan gardens, the land blooms its harvest plenty. The land rests to replenish. The land is set ablaze to nourish future harvests. The land blooms again. Every piece contributes to life and to each other.

I crave the blooming seasons, celebrate them, encourage them to last and last. But there is no bloom without the burn. There is no restoration without the rest. And there is no life without each happening together at the same time within the patchwork of our lives—the bloom, the rest, the burn.

You and I and those we meet are all three, a garden of milpas ever-rotating, always preparing for the next blooming, always preparing for the next rest and rotation, always ready to be set on fire. Our lives are not separate seasons. Rather they a patchwork quilt of seasons within seasons. Fruit and soil and flame. We are beautiful moments next to sabbath breaths next to anguish. We are laboring well, we are struggling mightily, we are learning to be still.

Bloom gives hope to others. Bloom fits well in a first-world life. But bloom is an incomplete story.

What if our greatest offering to others is more than the fruit we give—what if it is also the grit of the raw dirt, or the fragrance of all that’s being burned away in our lives and carried in smoke through the windows of those longing to breathe in hope of better lives? How might our days change if we celebrated with the same vigor and stretched out the same arms to the transformation of our dross into gold, of our tares into fertilizer for the blooms of future days? What if the bloom is the promise, the rest is the gift, and the burning itself is the blessing in the battle?

This is day three of my #hopewriterlife, and the theme is #FLOW.

 

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About Ronne Rock

YOU ARE GOD'S HAND-CRAFTED DESIGN. AND I WANT TO CELEBRATE YOU.

We're in this together, and I am for you. I secure road signs with a hammer of hope, and clear the debris so they can be seen. I am your encourager. I walk and keep walking. Cheer and keep cheering. I invest, dive deep, and cherish most the stories being written in the lives of women who believe restoration is a reality on earth as it is in heaven. God holds the pen in those stories, “That one - I hold her. And that one - she is My delight. And that one - never snatched away.”  I am a mouthpiece of celebration for women. Redemption is our song. You can find even more encouragement in  "For You, Love" the prayer journals that invite you to respond, and in Everbloom, a collection of stories from the Redbud Writers Guild. I'm currently writing One Woman Can Change the World, set to publish late spring 2020 (Revell). I'm honored to be represented by Credo Communications.

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