2015 is now three weeks old, and the best gift I’ve received so far is plants.
Not real plants, mind you, as in flower boxes or a house cactus, but just the word itself.
My family did an exercise this holiday wherein we each chose a word – any word that was on our hearts – and threw it in a hat. Then we drew them out randomly, and whichever one each drew would be her word of meditation for 2015.
(Before I go accidentally taking credit for this lovely idea, please know it did not originate with me; my aunt suggested it based on a testimony she read recently, and there’s even a whole website dedicated to the concept here.)
So we drew our words and the most beautiful thoughts began to emerge: purposeful, patience, change, treasure… And then I drew plants. It was not at all what I expected, but the more I think about it, the more I love it. You can do so many things with plants!
My daughter submitted it thinking of biological plants, with the implication that the person who received it would use the year to learn more about them scientifically. To kick that off, we have some philodendron leaves soaking in our kitchen window sill right now. They are cuttings from a plant of my aunt’s (the same one who initiated the exercise, in fact, so I love the symbolism of that); in a short time, they will sprout roots, and we will plant them into pots to begin new lives of their own.
But there’s so much more!
I love that, as a noun, the word is plural, implying a plentiful yield from that which was sown.
I love that, besides flora, it also can refer to places (again, plural!) where large quantities of manufacturing work happens – centers of productivity and industry.
Best of all, I love plants as a verb: to place or fix something in a specified location, usually with the intent that it will grow. Whether I’m planting the seeds of our Three Sisters garden or planting a kiss on my girls’ cheeks or planting my stake in the ground, I am definitely praying for exponential growth this year.
And I pray the same for you.