Today, the most profound thing I did was repot plants. I took a host of my houseplants and situated them into new surroundings. I’ve had a problem with a non-flowering peace lily since I’ve moved to Philly. Today, I decided it was time for it to live or die and dumped it out–only to find that it had become a dozen plants rather than one. As I slowly disentangled the roots, I realized that my plant was ready to be separated and to be more than one peace lily but instead many.
Here’s the big leap–its a metaphoric event–as most of my life is, I am sure. I think I live in metaphor mostly. Was it the break down of metanarrative? Was it that peace can’t thrive in constraint and has to be shared? Will peace survive in all of the corners of my carriage house quarters? This website will not necessarily monitor that–and I realize that its a risk to write about houseplants on the first entry.
But this is my life, exciting as houseplants, filled with metaphors that I have yet to discover.
