I was watering my ferns.
I love ferns. I love them for no obvious reasons. Maybe, it is ancient memory of old times when my prehistoric relatives were hiding in them from sable-tooth tigers. Or maybe not.
And, actually, do we really need reasons to love something or somebody? I just love my ferns. I do.
As I was watering my ferns and enjoying being with them, I noticed how careful I am around these plants doing everything for not damaging any leaves.
Then I noticed a few pots that used to host green and healthy ferns, and now host something dry and ugly. And I thought that I would never purposefully do anything active to hurt my plants, and at the same time, when I am caught in business of everyday life, I can easily forget to water them… as a result more gentle of them die, and the more sturdy suffer silently…
Hmmmm…. Something to think about….
It reminded me of relationships – to have flourishing ones it is not enough not hurting each other, it also requires consistent energy and time investment.
And then I was thinking of people I love, who used to be in my life and whom I would love to have in my life, and I don’t anymore…
And then I was thinking of people I do have in my life and how blessed I am to have these “sturdy ferns”. Who are they? Am I here for them? Do I nourish our relationships?
I was watering my ferns…