My 3-year-old poinsettia is beginning to bloom. It's scrawny. The "flowers" are small, but there's nothing like a dash of red on these dreary winter days to remind us of new life.New life is growing underground. When i planted bulbs a couple of days ago, i pulled up the white roots of mint, which are creeping along, undetected, even in this cold weather.
Even on the dreariest of days, like today, mindfulness reminds us that we are alive! Let's be grateful for the simplest things--our 5 senses, our mind, a warm house, electricity, running water.
And i'm even grateful for this scrawny poinsettia.
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