Stuck

“I am the vine and you are the branches. If you remain in me, and I in you, you will be fruitful.” – John 15:5

If …

It seems a simple thing. Just stay with me. Just let me stay with you. And life will blossom.

It’s what I want. It’s what you want. And then my day begins and all clarity disappears.

What do you want of me today? What does fruitful look like?

I am a sweet potato, stuck with a few tooth picks, hanging on the top of a pint jar. My sweet potato sprouting in a jartoes are in the water and my face is toward the sun and here I sit. I can feel the slight itching of the stem that reaches out from my side and unfurls its leafy fingers. My toes have grown into roots, slipping into the water and curling at its base. The sun is deliciously warm. And so I grow. I don’t plan the strategies for leaves or count the roots or calculate the candle power needed for a stem. I do enjoy the breeze and the alternating light and shadow. My woody heart is content and grateful. I’m stuck here, for a bit, but my leaves continue to unfold more and more across the window sill. Perhaps that is enough for now.

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[photo cropped from P1030348 by Jessica Reeder is licensed under cc 2.0]

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