In April 2020, a friend gave me a small pot with tiny, fragile leaves coming up from the soil. They are chillies, she said.
I took care of it for months, watering, talking to her, re-planting, watching it grow.
At some point, I doubted, wondering how that stem, so thin, could ever support a chilli, or anything.
Then, it happened. One morning, to my elation, very little chillies started to show. I checked and noticed that the stem was strong, sufficiently firm to stand up by itself.
Mature and ready. Ready to blossom. And ready to give. Ten chillies are coming.
My very first tango teacher said one day: the truth is in your core.
If your core is firm, mature, and finally well established after months of working on yourself, then you can engage from that center, then you can find your truth there. Then you can do whatever you please on the dance floor.
That’s the balanced needed. I can’t help but think that beauty can only come from inside, certainly from a firm, well-nurtured stem.
