Infant tendril emanates
deliberately from stump
Clipped by cold lifeless metal
house hereafter petals
Cared for without obsession
Her idle growth
is still inside chaos
Her revival a tender surprise
She is resilient
This is my orchid. She has shiny green new stems and buds that will produce flowers soon. I have never been able to successfully keep an orchid for re-bloom in the past. This orchid last bloomed about a year ago. Almost as long as my husband’s been sober. Like recovery, her bloom takes time and patience. What did I do differently with this orchid? I don’t know. Perhaps it is because I have changed in recovery, perhaps because my life has.
I know this: I am resilient like the orchid.
I have discussed being a gratitude gangster in past posts. Some thoughts on life and gratitude:
I have a friend with privilege. She expects only goodness from life. When things don’t go her way she becomes morose and often pities herself. She has a lot. Entitlement brings this kind of expectation. To get everything one may desire in life.
Don’t get me wrong, I have much to learn from my friend, who I love dearly, despite how much she irritates me. To know what I’m worth and to feel deserving of happiness. I have not always felt I deserve much.
What can my friend learn from me?
Appreciate and honor what blessings you have. Know you are not more deserving than others. My husband’s recovery makes me a gratitude gangster. I am lucky he is sober. I am thankful for his recovery. I know things could have been different. Very different. I am the privileged one now.
I will never forget that.