I love having plants around the home. They bring a certain freshness to our space, and it’s something I can take care of that’s not so needy. I water it, I place it in sun, but it doesn’t take up all my time and effort. It’s a low-maintenance hobby, really.
Now I am sure there are a bunch of y’all who are actual gardeners and would argue that growing plants and gardening is anything but low-maintenance, and although I totally agree I have to admit I’m a pretty poor plant caregiver so the effort I give to these poor things is, well, pathetic.
But I do like pretending that I know about plants, and I am genuinely enjoying learning small th
ings about them. My mint plant, for example, thrives in sunlight but doesn’t do so hot when I leave it out in cold weather. My orchid, on the other hand, prefers ‘bright light’, but isn’t supposed to make contact with direct sunlight. The orchid, honestly, is probably my favorite- but not because of its temperature preference or what kind of light makes it happy. This guys is my favorite because, with a little bit of TLC and a gentle touch, a once bare orchid plant can rebloom once again.
Did you catch that? This little orchid guy can rebloom.
And, as silly as it sounds, I sort of connect my purple orchid to people. People, if not cared for, if unloved, if neglected can wither. Emotionally, physically, spiritually- we all have different stories, so it looks different for everyone. But I know, I know, that despite hardships & pain, people too can thrive after dark seasons.
Looking at my orchid on dreary days makes me ask myself.. does the way I live encourage others to bloom again? How can I show love and care to others, whether or not I know their story?
How can you?
There are days that feel dark and dreary inside of my soul. Instead of wishing someone would encourage me to move forward and to blossom despite whatever hardship I’m facing, maybe all I need to do is give a little TLC to someone else. Honestly, does it really matter if I know every detail of their circumstance? Does it matter if this ‘someone’ has ever extended a hand my way? Not one bit, actually.
Maybe the best way for me to see the good inside of myself, to see the flower inside of me, is to encourage others to do the same.