The garden waits,
its pulse separate from mine—
a thousand roots threading through
their own decisions.
I have pruned too much,
watered from lack of rain,
guarded what would have
done better left alone.
Too much,
even when well intentioned,
is still too much.
Now, I watch the kale bolt,
the papaya’s thin trunks leaning
toward the light, the self-seeded
oregano flowering without
a care in the world.
Everything knows what it’s doing.
Even the dying has its place.
I bow to this unmanaged wisdom,
and, after feeling at first like I could have,
should have done more, in the end,
feel the relief of not being in charge.
Christmas cactus ~ 2025 bj
Music cue 🎶 Let It Be 🎶
Haha, exactly, Val. 💕
That invisible force is the only thing I trust and rely upon!
Well of course you know I agree with you . Thanks for commenting, Eliza – always.🙏🌺🌴🎋♥️
Beautiful, profound and oh so true. We do what we do and let nature do her work too.
It’s all a dance, at best. Mahalo, Miriam. 🙏❤️
Argh.. Nature knows best…. And sometimes we fuss too much, or not enough… 🙂 Love your Cactus…
Sending love and well wishes along with blessings xx <3
Mahalo, my friend. Learning the balance, that has been my lesson in so many ways and in so many things! 🌺💗
A lesson we are all being schooled with Bela xx 😘 ❤️ ♥️
Clearly! 😀 xoxo