Knowing which plant you are...

I think part of the issue is people assuming that every one MUST want to move upwards.

Like... it's the next logical step for a person to want to move up the chain: from worker to manager, to district manager, and eventually owner or CEO. From a small apartment to a big house. From living in one place to traveling to many different places.

But I always think of growth like plants.

Aspens grow tall to reach the sun, for sure. But dandelions grow deep, understanding themselves fully so that if some misguided fool tries to uproot them they'd have to try damn hard.

And then there's thyme and other creeping plants, which spread themselves out so much that if you chop a part of it off it roots wherever it can find dirt to root in.

I want to grow like mushrooms. Growing through the myceliumystic connections to all beings and the dying matter.

I want my story to be about making new life from what's rejected, abandoned, discarded, and decomposing. I want the dead leaves to melt into my skin.

I want my existence to be a testimony of inter-connectedness where to find me you first need to know at which roots of which tree you might encounter my presence.

There will be seasons when I will stay invisible to the eyes and yet so deeply connected to my true essence.

And when I will fruit out you will only see one tiny spec of who I truly am.

I do not want to know where I started or where I end. I want the blurry boundaries of my true being to stay mysterious and unseen. I want my rebirthing to always happen on those edges, not in my center.

My main work and essence will always be below the ground, in the dark soil, in the breathing skin of the Mother.

Which plant are you?

Angell Deer