Spring is one of my favourite times of year when the great eucalypts begin to get naked. This year, as Sydney opens up after lockdown, it feels like I'm doing it with them.
As some begin to show the first cracks in their bark, others are bursting out of their skins shaking off their previous protection as if it were now a restraint.
Perhaps it's all the extra meditation that makes me content to remain in relative stillness, harnessing my inner strength before I start to break free.
Like the trees each of us will do this in our own time, for no two of us are the same.
For me shedding my skin will be a gradual process. Sampling the new, tasting it bit by bit, mindfully savouring each small change. There's no rush, for there is no going back.
How will I know time is right?
When my roots are deep in Mother Earth and I am fully connected. When energy surges through me and I can't help but push against what I've outgrown, lest it hold me captive. When I feel I am ready.
As you emerge from lockdown, or winter, or any period of introspection don't be rushed or pressured. Your layers are not for others to peel, they are for you to release.
Take your time, be clear on your boundaries. Pause, sit if you need to and wait. Breathe.
Transformation is inevitable, but you must do it in your time.