I am Crocus.  Blooming gaily through the snow.

         I am Crocus.  Some think I just come to recall spring.  Though that is an aspect of my lesson, it is very symbolic and frequently misunderstood.

         I am Crocus.  I am defiance.  I am Life asserting itself through the cold of death.  I am Life renewing itself under the most difficult circumstances.

         I am Crocus.  Your Spirit is alive always, no matter what your flesh may think.  Lodged within you is the Power to overcome anything.

         I am Crocus.  Lift your head above the snow.  Paint your life in pretty colors.  Do not be a slave to circumstances.  Demand your right to grow.