Time to re-root

 

I used to love to grow flowers and plants.

My gardens were full of bulbs, seeds, and bushes that bloomed at different times of the year, but indoors I liked to experiment.

I discovered that if I broke off a piece of my favorite coleus it would almost instantly send out new roots into a glass of water, creating a brand new plant. Later I could take that plant and do whatever I wanted with it.

I think my life has been a lot like those shoots.

I do something with my whole heart, put my entire being into it and when it is over, or fails, I take that piece of me that is left and try to re-root it somewhere else.

It would be easy to give up, to say I have failed at those things I loved in the past, but I don't think that is really true. I just took them as far as I could and then had to yield to fate or whatever when it was time.

I am once more sending out roots in a new place, a new way, a new life and even though I am nearly three quarters of a century in age, I don't believe it is too late.