In A Glass Vase

6/15/18
Working in an office, during the holidays, we always get little goodies. This Christmas someone gave the office a potted poinsettia. It was huge, lush just beautiful. During one of the times it was moved for some reason or another, one of the branches broken off. It was still so beautiful, it was almost painful to think someone would throw it away. I said I would take it, and while it sat on my desk for a while one of the guys said I should try to plant it. instead I put it in a glass vase.  I added water to it . Not to long along a co worker throw away the plant. Nothing wrong with it, the red petals had dried away and the person whose desk it was on no longer wanted to care for it. Here it is 6 months later and my little broken limbr still lives! Someone asked me why is it still alive? Because it wants to live. How is it staying alive? In my head I said because of my magic. Those are the moments you really believe you are in tune with everything around you, Your breathes mingle, you share the same space, you live in the same universe. You send waves of love and gratitude and it is received. And more love and gratitude is sent out into the universe.

I've always been sensitive more than I should of been, feeling guilty when I wasn't even involved, feeling guilty for others. But it is not until these last two years have I come to understand why . I can remember one time in my childhood. that my neighbors who were also my aunt and uncle had bought a swing set. They had 5 kids my cousins, and there were 4 of us. Well  with all of us on that poor little swing set, it flipped in short time. Now my uncle has always been scary to us. 6'4 ,growls  and look at you with one eye. At the time we didn't realize it was just an act, but it keep us all in line. Well after the swing set flipped over, my uncle came out of the house and lined us up. It was something he would do , when we were in trouble. Well he asked who flipped it?! there we stood, little knees knocking, sniffling. No one was saying anything. We stood there for what seemed forever till  I couldn't stand it, I broke , I did it, not really but I did it. He put the swing set back up but I don't think I ever got on it again.  It also made my mind fly back to the time when I had just told the therapist I was seeing some pretty major stuff and she says and you still got up and keep going, how? and I simply said because I don't know to do anything. Not sure at the time why I said it but I do know now I have a strong will to live , to learn and teach. The live experiences we go through sometimes are not only lessons for us, but life lessons for us to share. My being has such a strong will to live. Like the branch, even if I don't have a place to put my roots, I'm still growing strong. 

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