Are you hiding?

I remember being accused of being a mushroom …. hiding in the dark and living in sh!t. I was a mess. A mess of my own making. I spent so many years trying to find my way into the light. While I love mushrooms I don’t want to life like the ones we eat as humans.

I want to live like the ones I see in the forest as I walk about. I want to live like a wee fungus that pops up in just a few hours from the mossy and beautiful moist underpadding of the forest floor. Beautiful and ready for toads to sit on me. Well not really, that is the stories of fairy tales that toads sit on mushrooms as stools. They don’t!

Well I don’t think they do! The tender beautiful wee fungus I saw today could never hold up a toad. It would be crushed. That is how our growth feels sometimes. Like something fresh and green and tender. Like the shoots of a sprouting seed, fragile and yearning to be more than we are.

Be new! Be tiny! Be fragile! Because in being new, tiny and fragile we learn and need sunshine and moisture to get bigger and better. There is a future for that which is new, tiny and fragile, room to grow and prosper.

I want to be like a mushroom and sometimes be in sh!t of my own choosing. It doesn’t mean I am broken! I might just grow strong enough to support a fly!