I was doing some spring gardening a few days ago, and at some point I saw my mother-in-law (who was visiting at the time) grabbing the scissors in order to remove some withered branches from a bush, and I heard her murmuring βthatβs it, you waste the roots for nothing anywayβ. I knew why she was doing this, and I also know she was right to do it, it was a simple gesture but I couldnβt help thinking about it in the days to come. You see, when we look at a plant or a tree and we see a dead leaf or branch still attached to the body, we cut it down, because βit pointlessly consumes energyβ. And itβs a good thing to do that, because the plant or tree, thus freed of a dry limb, can grow a new one instead. What itβs more difficult to understand is, since weβve learned to do this to plants, why canβt we do this to ourselves? What prevents us to cut the sterile, dry, energy consuming parts of our lives, and grow new ones?
I think we do (or better said, donβt do) that because weβre afraid of the pain. Weβre afraid that it hurts to do that self-trimming, and weβre scared to death of what we may discover if we do that. Itβs easier to linger in that perpetual state of presumed wildness, slowly turning into a messy bush, suffocating the flowers with the ever growing thorns and blocking the light from reaching to our core. I know that, because, as the saying goes, it takes one to know one.
You donβt need much to garden yourself and arrange your inner landscape; itβs only a few tools. Honesty first of all β raw, painful, cutting honesty. You look at yourself and see exactly whatβs the pointlessly energy consuming part. Then thereβs the willingness to fix things. You will also need patience with yourself, because nothing happens over night (oh well, sometimes it does, but those are exceptions), and last, but not least, love. You cannot do anything without love. This list of βgardeningβ tools can always adapt to the each personβs circumstances, the point is not just having them, but also using them.
Yes, it will hurt. You may even bleed. But you are allowed to ask for help, and you are allowed to cry. Youβd be amazed what marvels can a little self-gardening do :).
And for heavenβs sake, if, for some untold reasons, you decide however to be a wild bush, then be a burning one, like the one from the story of Moses ;).
Β© Liliana Negoi
Vine-dressing and pruning is indeed an art; thank you for sharing your thoughtfulness!
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Loved this metaphor and the way you explained it! π
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Thank you for reading and commenting – I’m glad my words found their way to your heart :).
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