Yesterday as my mother watered her plants, I observed as she picked the dead leaves off the plants. Being what I would presume to be a great annoyance, I pointed out the dying, sun-scorched, dehydrated plants for my mom.
“That one’s dead.” I pointed and wrinkled my nose.
” No it’s not! It goes through a dormant phase where the flower that has already bloomed withers away. But once the petals have fallen off and it’s all gone, it blooms again and produces a really beautiful flower. Look, ” She pointed to a few green leaves, “new growth. No, this is alive!”
Dry, dehydrated, sun-scorched, useless, worthless, ugly, unneeded, unwanted, forgotten…
and yet… there is new growth.
The dead leaves had purpose.
There is Life!
You complete me.