Public acclaim turns to public disdain if the artist dares to grow, to change, or worst of all, to have a fallow period. Love does not judge. Love knows the cycles of creativity, of relationship, of our lives. As the wheel of the year turns, we see the cycle of life and death and life. It is the natural order of things, gloriously obvious here in the temperate zone.
Dormancy is the seed state, a sleeping and tiny seed which appears inanimate and dead.
Of course the seed is not dead, but dormant. It is the stored energy, the mini-matrix containing hidden potential. Let us have the compassion, patience and earthy sense to allow these cycles. Allow cycles in ourselves and others. Respect the cycles of the world.