In Praise of Dormancy, pt 1

“In Praise of Dormancy” printed journal.

I’ll write deeper about this series in another blog post, but dormancy is a season of life I came to know very well during my hiatus. It’s a gifted isolation where you were able to come to terms with what you will be to your generations — not generations of children’s children, but generations of YOURSELF. It’s the reckoning with your purpose and the multiplying of your gifts. Dormancy is the season where all you claim is true to the masses, preach to others and say you believe in is *proven* in private.

It’s the test of what you reach for when you can’t see a thing; who you pray to when you can’t feel a thing. It’s the initiation of anyone who will herald a Divine word (the unproven are revealed by the empire they tell you to build). So if you’re in your dormant season, I hope that you take your time in the quiet, darkness and isolation to reckon with yourself and with the Most High; to heal and to deprogram so that when your time comes to emerge, the testimonies that you will have ✨in your journal✨ and on your tongue will break chains off of minds and spirits because they’d have been sharpened in your dormancy.

Gardening gave me a working object lesson of a plant enduring the heat of summer and then “dying” (visually), but leaving hundreds of thousands of seeds to be picked, harvested, dropped, eaten, etc. I witnessed that agreeing with the death component of dormancy meant agreeing with multiplication— and resurrection. I learned that being buried is when you learn who you really are: and when the season changes you emerge as what you have agree with when you were underground.

No one becomes Divinely profound without a wilderness or a winter. Wisdom is proven by what you, sojourner, decide to be in your isolation, cocooned by invisibility and the weight of the unknown. There is no light at the end of a tunnel, only a persistent darkness through which you must gestate. You need to know how to exist in the world of your convictions when there is no one to validate them except the Creator. Soon, the change of the season will call you above ground, and then you should have a witness and a gospel to tell others how they might also endure… and why… and when.

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