Sometimes spurts of healing come quickly and briefly, like the wildflowers of spring, and disappear just as quickly.

Sometimes they come slowly, steadfast, and solidly, like the stubborn growth cycle of trees.

Sometimes they wait a spell before gingerly poking their way out, tentatively testing the waters.

Sometimes they seem lost, gone, absent, never to be seen. But then when the healing moments appear, they are as familiar as if they had never been gone.

In all cases they are part of growth.

It’s a good thing to see this and appreciate the wonder of their patterns.