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Look closely. You can actually see my guilt woven into this nest of roots. It’s been so long since I last repotted my houseplants that a botanical welfare agency was bound to track me down, charge me with neglect and cart them all away. I did consider giving them to someone more attentive, yet see how this orange clivia offered a blossom of patience and forgiveness, even as she sat atop this perfect root replica of her pot.
So with relief and pleasure, I set to it yesterday.
One gift of physical labor is the embodiment of metaphor. My thoughts from this pot were obvious—dwell on your roots too long, you run in circles and take up all your growing space.
But as I worked with various roots— hairy, lumpy, milky, airy—truth came up my hands.
We associate roots with the stagnant past, but they constantly seek the new—new water, new nourishment, new exchanges. They are the probing present, which sustains the past. And the future as well.
Every July we think about our family and our nation’s roots. It’s good to remember they need repotting occasionally as well. After all, root is a verb.
Am very proud to say that some of my wedding signs are included in the Style Section of the NY Times this week!