Are you passing on love or are you passing on pain? Heal your pain and pass on love.
Good morning friends. It is a gorgeous morning here. My husband is biking, my daughter is doing a beach clean-up for one of her high school clubs (tough work – ha!) and I have the quiet, sensuous morning all to myself, here at the house. Even our three dogs are lazily lounging in their own spots in the sun. I am basking in this moment, because everything feels right in my world, and it reverberates throughout my entire being. I wish the same for you.
I’ve been in a particularly sentimental mood this weekend, for reasons unknown. Our moods come in and out with the tides sometimes. My regular readers know that I devote the blog to poetry on Sunday. I wrote this poem, about this precious plant of ours, which I only starting pondering about yesterday, because a plant enthusiast friend of mine, and myself, were sharing pictures of our various plants with each other. Sometimes the most meaningful, reliable, steadfast things in our lives, are so easy to take for granted. This green beauty fully deserves her own poem.
“Our Philodendron”
You’ve been so easy to keep,
So hardy and resilient and adaptable,
Quietly going along for the ride,
Always just a trinket in the background,
Living in three states and at least a half a dozen houses.
You came to us in a beautiful celebration basket,
One we could scarcely afford.
We were embarking on a new, unknown adventure,
Another one we could scarcely afford.
You marked the start of our family,
Almost twenty-six years ago.
You adorned our baby’s nursery,
In the same elephant embellished pot,
That still firmly holds you in place right now.
You are vibrant, colorful and full of growth and life.
Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.
Beautiful, steadfast, Green Goddess that you are,
Let my tears of grateful joy, nourish your robust roots,
So that you may continue to thrive and to be a living symbol,
Of what truly is the heartfelt center of my very soul.