You need to at least try to understand a couple things about me, please. Or perhaps I should say I would be delighted if you would at least recognize two things about me before you read this post. I tell you what, I will recognize a few unconventional things about you if you will recognize a few unconventional things about me.
Lately I have been playing with indoor gardening. Nothing fancy, mind you, but simple, unkillable house plants. My latest fixation is the nearly indestructible pothos plant a friend gave me in the dreary days of winter – I can’t remember exactly when but I am guessing January or February.
I have loved this pothos so much it overgrew its pot after I cut a piece from her “wings” and created a pothos baby. I loved this pothos so much I started hand painting terra cotta pots to give her a beautiful place to live.
I continued the process this weekend – I put the finishing touches on her new home and clipped a new pothos plant from her wings.
When I prepared her new home, though, I went even bigger than just painting the pot.
I placed river rocks I collected from my beloved Kern River on the bottom of the pot.
I collected tidbits from my backyard to place upon the rocks: I chose a grapefruit skin from my grapefruit tree and some twigs from last year’s Christmas tree. I put some potting soil atop those items and then decided, as a writer, I need to fill my plant with words.
In went some poetry with the theme of revelation and a page from Kate Chopin’s awakening.
I covered it all with soil and then freed my pothos mommy from her too tight former pot and put her in this new pot.
She has grown by leaps and bounds since her replanting. She looks at least three times larger after only a few days.
I think it may be the love and time and intentionality I took while planting her.
My almost fifteen-year-old daughter, Emma, sometimes overhears my crooning at my plant babies and mistakes my words for her. She laughs when she realizes my “Oh, you are so beautiful, I can’t believe how you are growing up!” is for the plant.
We both laugh in recognition, actually, and then I praise her beauty and her evolution.
Believe it or not, I am now moving on to flowering plants for my front porch. We can do this, can’t we, Mommy Pothos? You will inspire me every step of the way… as will you, beloved reader.
Enjoy your days – activate your passion.
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© 2012 by Julie Jordan Scott
Julie Jordan Scott has been a Life & Creativity Coach, Writer, Facilitator and Teleclass Leader since 1999. She is also an award winning Actor, Director, Artist and Mother Extraordinaire. She was twice the StoryTelling Slam champion in Bakersfield. She facilitates Virtual Writing Camp & will be hosting the final session of the 2011/12 season next week. Register before it is too late: Writing the Journey: Memoir, Life Writing & Travel Writing Intensive.
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