There are people who are rooted into the soil they stand on. Commitments to work, school, friends and family hold them to the ground. Like a tree that will not be uprooted in fierce winds these people hold fast to their homes. Their needles fall, turn to seed. New trees are born from the same soil. The land is fertile and a forest springs forth from the ground; a forest of familiar faces and familiar commitments. We have lived in this forest for a long time, but have not planted ourselves in it.
I am potted plant girl but I am ready to be a tree.
Is this ironic considering the changes that are taking place in our lives, or is it natural for a potted plant girl to find that somehow there are roots that have inadvertantly escaped from the pot and embedded themselves in the soil? To find out that she is not a potted plant girl after all?
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Hi Pot head!
I've heard of a desert plant that spends it's first five years growing a tap root to reach it's water source before it becomes the plant it's meant to be. That's me...guess who?
Hi Pot head!
I've heard of a desert plant that spends it's first five years growing a tap root to reach it's water source before it becomes the plant it's meant to be. That's me...guess who?
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