This tiny little plant is only about the size of my little finger. It’s so small, it would’ve been easy to miss it, but I’m glad I didn’t.
It inspires me for so many reasons.
I love the fact that what catches the attention is the spaces. They’re the first thing you notice. Almost as if when looking at a net you’d see the holes first, then the thread. And what was in those spaces? Some kind of seed I expect. This framework was most likely the structure that held the seeds in place, raised them up to the sky and waited till the wind blew and took them away to settle somewhere else. That got me thinking about seeds, and how many amazing ways plants have to spread their seeds around the world, how they’ll use the wind, insects, birds, really pretty much any way they can to hitch lifts, travel far and wide without any power to move in the seed itself. This set me thinking about the interconnectedness of everything, of how the world is a vast interconnected network, how really you can’t understand anything or anybody without knowing something of the world they live in and some of their vast web of connections, influences, links and bonds.
Then I got to thinking about how this little group of circles held up the past for inspection. Look, said the plant, here is where my sons and daughters were, and now they’ve all flown and I’ve only the spaces now in my life, where they used to be. And that’s just how it should be.
I had other thoughts too, but I’d be interested to hear if this little plant inspires any thoughts of your own!
Heroes Not Zombies 
It’s beautiful.
I’m thinking A LOT about interconnectedness lately, and about the ripples that we send out from our centers. My mother is dying of cancer, and we’re completely engaged in the process together. I’ve never been closer to my mother.
Because I process things verbally, I talk (a lot) about what’s happening to her (and to me), and I’m writing about it on my blog, not only to help me process the experience, but also to leave a record for my children. I am humbled by how many people are offering love and support (people are emailing me privately to leave me their phone numbers, even). I love that I’m able to offer this experience for others to consider and think about and ponder. My mother’s journey isn’t JUST hers; all of the wonder and mindfulness and intention is rippling out from her, and all manner of love is rippling back as a result. I’m honored to be a part of that.
The seeds have gone, the space remains.
The thing is more beautiful for having served it’s purpose.