A Lesson From My Plants: Part 2

Allow me to be fully transparent here. There is no special order to this series. I wrote this entry based on what plant photo I could locate first. Now this plant we can call Big Bertha. Once upon a time it started in some water on my table. Eventually it needed larger and larger pots. It grew tall and beautiful making the large, heavy, cumbersome pot worth it. But one day a friend dropped something on the plant, causing the tallest part to break off. From then on the plant did not grow taller than its injury.

I will type that again, because that may have significance in your life- From then on the plant did not grow taller than its injury. Regardless it lived for years. It lived in DC, MD, and NC.

Then once this latest moving day came I lugged it to the car. Now when I say lug I really mean struggle with a large heavy pot. Only the soil was heavy because the plant had never fully recovered. This plant had to stay in the car and grew displeased. Once it was placed in its new home it was non committal about thriving. Since it was heavy I left it outside and decided to do something new.

This is the new! Wait until it blooms!!!

Lesson: Commit to growing beyond your space of injury. There is new life and beautiful blooms waiting to unfold.

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