The bathroom sink.
Our daily place of waste disposal.
Brushing teeth, washing hands and face.
Our daily ritual of clearing our unwanted down the waste of the sink.
Deep within the dark alley of the waste, is the remains of unwanted unloved stuff.
The place of death where life is unthinkable.
And yet a plant grew from the remains of death.
Yes it grew from the remains of death.
Yes it grew out of the dark alley and popping it’s head in search of light.
I am in awe with it’s strength of life.
I ponder at it’s journey.
Did it cried in fear when everything seems like death and when there is no clarity?
Did it just trust it’s instinct or it’s life purpose?
Growing as accord to it’s purpose of finding light out of the waste of the sink.
At times it must have been crying in fear during the darkness in the alley of the waste. Feeling lost.
At times it must have been brave in spite of fear through the death zone. Trusting inner guidance.
It has found light and it’s a major celebration. A pat on the back for it’s hero’s journey.
It’s journey that found life and radiating life lessons for the other being that witness it’s moment of triumph.
I for one have been touched by it’s teaching of life lesson.
Small yet almighty. I give thanks to it for the teaching.
It may survive longer or it may not.
Importantly it has already bring lessons so great to many that it may not even know.
The seed of life have already blossom into the flower of life.
For now I smile to it in celebration of this moment of triumph.
May what will be will be. 😀