PLANTS
“Plants always lean towards light.”
Words I read this morning in a devotion by Robin Meadows that I do with a friend. Words that came to life yesterday as my daughter, sister-in-law, nieces, and I rummaged through items of generations past at the antique stores in the downtown district of the city. Strolling streets made of bricks, then standing with a fixed gaze at the vibrant green vines stretching to the history etched in the ceiling of a mid-20th century building.
An old space trending with the times. The contrast of colors against sterile walls, the vibrancy of a violet, woodsy musk sailing across the room on the dry winter air. The inky corners spilling into the rows of plants leaning toward light.
I smile in the moment of awe at what is seen, felt, understood as a deep appreciation for what I can’t create a wonder within that surpasses the transforming journey of a building, I think about life and hear the words be like PLANTS.