The cleaning moved from inside to out, as the day of the slaughter was upon us. All our plans for a helper for Hubry and a party for me and the children had been cancelled, and so it was a movie for the children in the attic and Hubry and I alone with the rabbits. Hubry was doing the slaughtering and the dressing (which is really undressing) while I stood around with clean hands carrying things to and fro -opening books and pushing play on the youtube video that was our guide. And while I was not needed I swept the porch, washed the outdoor windows, scrubbed the table and chairs, and organized the pots.
It was in the organizing of pots that I was reminded of the work being done in the dark. All around were pots half-filled with sterile soil - plants and seeds long having lost all signs of life, but never having been dumped out. It is easier to cast the pots to the side and forget about them until they are needed in the Spring. But this day was a day of busying my hands and being available to Hubry, so I set out to clean and organize all the pots - discarding the wasted soil and stacking them neatly on the outdoor shelf.
As I was dumping out the soil from my white, ceramic pot I noticed three bulbs fall down to the ground. They were Paperwhite bulbs which I had totally forgotten about, and they had been hidden inside the soil since last December. Strangely, I noticed a bright shoot of green sticking up underneath one of the bulbs. When I picked up the bulbs I saw that they were all sending out 3-4 of these beautiful shoots - shoots which spoke life after nearly a year of being left alone in a forgotton pot.
I was struck by the work that had been taking place inside those forgotten bulbs - work that was happening completely independently of my conscious acknowledgemnt of it. And I was encouraged to see the hidden work which is being done in the dark places of my own heart - the very places which seem forgotten.