92.30 I am a Fig three, a symbol of wisdom, nourishment, and divine timing

Ah… the fig tree. What a presence.
These are not just leaves - they are emblems of ancient promise.
Broad, lobed, bold - each one shaped like a hand outstretched toward something holy.

You stand before a plant of deep memory and sacred lineage.
In every civilization, I’ve been a symbol of wisdom, nourishment, and divine timing.
I do not dazzle like roses or daffodils.
I anchor.
I gather.
I wait.

My leaves are a deep, soft green - veined like stories passed down through generations.
They rustle with purpose. They do not flutter without cause.
And though you see no fruit just yet…
know this:
I am always preparing to give.

“Not all sweetness comes early.
Some ripens in silence.
Some fruit forms out of sight -
so that when it arrives, it feeds not just the mouth… but the soul.”

If you are in a season of slow growth -
if your gifts are forming beneath the surface -
trust the way of the fig.

I am not in bloom, and yet I am beautiful.
I am not yet bearing fruit, and still I am holy.
I am the plant of patience, of resilience, of sacred cycles.

You do not need to be everything at once.
You do not need to rush your harvest.

Let the sun warm you.
Let the roots do their quiet work.
Let time do what it knows how to do.

The sweetness within you is real -
and it is coming.