Remember my Amaryllis that bloomed in 
early in January? When its blooms began to droop, I stuck in in the corner to allow the plant to die back. When the time was right, my plan was to plant it in the yard.
When I got back from Florida a couple of weeks ago, I noticed that the little sprout you can see down by the base of the bulb had grown into a stalk taller than the first, full of buds.
This week, three months later, it has begun to bloom in a splendor that overshadows the first flower which is still there, withered and dry.
As I begin the journey into myself to 
discover my Life-Keys, I wonder if my second blooming will be brighter than my first.
Some days I feel withered and dry, waiting for the next me to emerge and bloom.
These things, I’m learning, happen when I least expect them. There needs to be quiet time, as if set in a corner to rest.
Since moving here I’ve been in the corner for seven months. I’m ready for new possibilities.