You may not be able to see it. You may not be able to feel it. You may see and feel in yourself only the old, splintery, knotty, worn out barn board that is all that remains of the fertile young farm you once were.
But make an opening, and if you cannot make one, wait patiently for a knot to loosen and drop and leave a hole, and see what happens.
Trust that the Golden Room is down there, waiting, eager to send forth what you were born to share and shine. It will always return if we give it room. Watch and wait and pray, and miracles can happen, a green spark can rise in people who have been lost in the darkness, people who feel useless, people who are dying and almost dead. It is why we are here every minute that we are here. It is never too late, because the Golden Room is who we are and always will be.
What do you need to do to let a new green shoot rise through you?