The wild garden

Within the unkept patch

Below my window

There is family.

Every season brings them out

so that they can say their peace.

And in every shade of green

they remain there still,

waving up at me from below.

week 18. Families

There is a small patch of a wild garden outside my window. As I looked at it I began to think about the odd combination of plants that I saw. There were such random flowers and plants yet they all seem to get on so well together, complimenting each other in the varied sizes, shapes and colors. This made me think about relationships of coarse. Doesn’t any group have its dynamics? Families are all ripe with dysfunction yet from the outside we see something that looks balanced and controlled. Within my own family I notice how relationships constantly grow and change, pushing us farther away and closer together too at times. But even with all this movement, our families still root us. They give us a reference point for who we are. We may at times find it to be difficult to express our own individual identities but doesn’t each part of the garden have a purpose? Don’t all the plants together bring a sense of innate wholeness? Nature has a way of balancing things out. So I guess even within a wild garden there is a sense of order.