12/01/2022
Morning musings….
I have had this plant for what seems like all my life. In reality, it has been something like 30 years. Through two marriages, the birth of two kids, two divorces, several homes, the death of my Great Grandmother (who was my person in this lifetime) and so much more. It has been as long as probably 8 feet, broken and regenerated many times. Neglected for the lack of water or light to the point I never thought it would revive, it has always pulled through. For most of those years it lived only in water, developing a massive tangle of roots. At some point within the last two years, I transplanted it into dirt. The plant seemed to have a hard time adjusting from its watery home, but is beginning to thrive again.
I am this plant. We all are really. Seasons come and go. Some are so incredibly harsh that we never think we will make it through. Sometimes we flourish beyond what we would expect and are awed by the glow. In the end, we survive, we adapt, we carry on.
One day we won't. One day we will all "end" on this earthly plane. Until then, adapting to the constant change is not an option, just a fact of life however magical or terrifying the ride.🦄
P.S. I think after 30 years of partnership, she (?) deserves a name beyond “plant”. 🤣. Any suggestions?
