One of my constant struggles is learning to love the pot I’m currently planted it.
I know next to nothing about gardening, but I do know, that as a flower or plant grows, you move it into a bigger pot or space and continue to do this as it continues to grow.
I often feel that I am an over-flowing bush crammed into a many-sizes-too-small pot.
My roots hit the side of the hardened clay over and over as they twist and grow and fill every ounce of dirt in my present container. Where is my next pot? Can’t you see I’m ready to the point of busting a root to get out of this spot I’m in?!
In my impatience, I forget that there is a Master Gardener in charge of my re-planting.
Clearly there is something about this soil I am in now that I need to yet absorb.
It is not just lousy dirt I am in. There is a richness here if I stretch myself enough to get to it.
My blooms will be more glorious if I can find and drink in those things.
1 comment:
Bloom baby, bloom.
Those pots can sometimes feel so much like they are holding us back, but sometimes they are molding us, teaching us, and creating us into the flowers we are to become.
I am always looking to outgrow my space, but sometimes I'm so much better and happier in my home pot.
Post a Comment