My window holds 12 baby succulents, and I'll try not to be heart broken if they don't all make it.
There are 3 avocado pits lounging in water, while I wait hoping they will blossom into tiny trees, even though it is the wrong season for them.
And that is all I will tell you about my plants. Although I could go on for quite sometime.
I love Plants (also i love outside, plants make inside a little more like outside), I love deep relationships, and I love art.
One of my classes this semester has been pushing me to define my passion in a way that finally connects with me.
I care about people connecting with other people in meaningful ways.
I do not always have the energy to put into people the way I would like, but I endeavor to live a life style that allow me to have that energy as often as possible. For me this means making space. (primarily) Space for sleep, and space for God.
I do not have that much space though, my days are packed pretty solid, and so are most nights.
In any-case I look forward to the rain. It is not raining and it is not yet cold. I want to wear my pea-coats and my boots. I want to feel appropriate wearing tights.
These are merely trivial things.
They are not important.
The important things I hardly have time for.