I've slowly picked up gardening. I wasn't always crazy about plants, I actually thought they were a hassle.
My grandfather used to looooove gardening. He had this beautiful rose garden and he was the one who showed me what Jazmin flowers smell like. That smell will always remind me of him.
Gardening is a new thing for me. If I can call it gardening because I kind of don't have a garden per se.
So, potting? I've picked up potting.
Watching new plants grow and old ones thrive is a new found joy. I wish I could've talked to my grandfather about it. I wish we could've discussed and shared how fascinating planting can be but I think I have an idea of what drew him into it.
I've realized that it is a contemplative exercise. You water and take care of your plants expecting them to grow, live and be beautiful. You do what you can knowing that it is completely out of your reach to make it happen.
Even though you don't know when, how and if they will -actually- grow you still keep on at it. Regardless of the outcome you keep watering and caring.
So I've learned two things from my plants that I should incorporate into my life:
1. Lots of love, water and sunlight
2. Disregard the outcome.
This is where I am now.
And also Werner Herzog is my current favorite director, John Green is my favorite writer and Heinz is my favorite (living) person.
Yeah, I think that about sums it up.
So please raise your cup of organic green juice and let's make a toast to March, spring and -most importantly- to each of us finding our own meaning of planting, growing and thriving!
Cheers!
