Day 16
I moved my
plants indoors last week. Now the
hibiscus is dropping its leaves.
The first
year I had the tree, the dropping alarmed me. Hibiscus is temperamental anyway,
and I thought it surely must be dying.
Now I know better - so the leaf shedding is simply annoying as I attempt to get
them off the floor before the cat eats them or the dog crumbles them trying to
decide if they are a new toy.
The leaves
will continue to drop until the tree is completely bare. Think Charlie Brown's
Christmas tree. It will stay that way for a month or so, then
slowly...slowly...the leaves start to come back.
I also separated
and transplanted some African Violets. A bit concerned about those because they
were my Grandma's. She died in 1984, so these plants are at least 30 years old.
So when I
started writing this piece, the focus was a bit melancholy. Boo hoo that's me,
feel like I am dropping all my leaves and being stuck in new places waaa waaa.
I generally
form ideas in my head, roll them around awhile, then start to write. But
somewhere between walking past the plants on my way out to do errands and
returning to my computer two hours later, the focus changed.
Maybe, just maybe, leaf dropping is what I need. New
soil inspiring new root growth is what I need.
I feel like
the Grinch when he discovered Christmas doesn't come from a store!
There are
dreams running through my head constantly. Big dreams. Visions I have for my
life. Changes I am determined to make.
How about
you? Have you thought about your dreams lately?
There has
always been something that I can put in my own way. Long ago I acquired a skill
for putting junk in the way to block my path. Then I can point to the block and
say, "See, that's why I do or do not _____." Blame the junk in the way. Easier than
correcting the problem.
You probably
don't do that, do you? Didn't think so.
It feels
like the storm I have been navigating for three years has killed every leaf I
have. Maybe it has. Maybe my branches are soon to be bare. Maybe I have been
uprooted and dropped in new soil.
Maybe SO
WHAT??
Maybe I need
to stop worrying about the leaves that
are dropping and think about the new leaves. Stop worrying about moving out of the old pot
and grow some new roots
A new level
of fitness.
New business
ventures.
New eating
habits.
New levels
of spiritual maturity.
New ways to
help others.
Lots of new
roots seeking different nourishment.
Lots of new
leaves which I will never see as long as I am focused on keeping the old ones.
I am not
like a tree. I can choose to hang on
to the dead leaves.
So can you.
So what will
we do? Hang on to the leaves? Mourn their falling?
What if we
gather and dispose of them? Not worry about whywhywhy they are falling or how
we can stop it or what happens next?
Let's do
that. Are you in? Will you join me?
We will talk
again tomorrow...after more leaves fall
BP :)
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