So I forgot to come to work over spring break and water my mom’s flower…
As I sit here looking at it… It feels much like my grief.
I wilt, feel dry and wither towards the floor as I find myself sad and overwhelmed.
Then I am filled – with something – kindness from a friend, a hug from a sibling, a sense of care from our lost loved one – like water to a flower.
And then I rise.
And then I forget to water myself and I wilt.
And then I rise again.
Last week I was wilting.
This week I am rising.
Here’s to the process, not the result. Here’s to watering ourselves with love and kindness so that we may honor the wilting and find strength to rise.