{I'm joining **Capital Mom** today by blogging about a moment from my life based on a theme she has provided. This week’s Monday Moment theme is Growing}
The orchid I was given as a present last year by one of my first doula clients seems to have stopped growing. Where once there was a magical wand of blossoms now remains a long stem, withered and dried brown at the tip.
People keep asking if it's dead.
There are subtle hints that something is still alive in there - the dark, solid green leaves haven't changed. New sprouts have poked through the mossy dirt and made their way up to greet the weak sunlight.
I'm confident that the flowers will emerge once again, greeting me in their quirky way - like the wink of an eye.
I feel at one with my orchid - I lie dormant, anticipating the deep swaths of snow to fall down like a heavy blanket; burying my energy and drive to "go, go, go." I welcome the coziness of this blanket, and the deep sleep of a cold winter's night.
Codladh samh (Sleep Well)
I like the idea that I am "just resting". We can't be blooming all the time.
ReplyDeleteThis is lovely prose!
ReplyDeleteThis might make me sound like a nerd, but I 'raise' orchids here in Holland. From the sounds of it, your orchid is very much alive! I've had one that is on it's 10th bloom now (it's 3+ years old). They just need love and patience :-)
I have a black thumb so it makes sense to me that plants are sometimes not bright and colorful. Mine all go through periods of dark before they manage to revive themselves :)
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