Saturday, January 8, 2011

growing

I always hold a few paperwhite bulbs back to plant at the first of January when things seem stark and winter bleak. The spring green shoots and fresh white blossoms are an instant lift and a symbol of growth. Think of measuring children with pencil marks and dates on the back of a pantry door. For adults, change mostly take place on the inside. And we get to choose: grow or stagnate, shrivel, die while living. The funny thing is, growing is the thing that makes you feel oh so alive, even young. And hopeful like a crystal bowl of paperwhites in a January windowsill.

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