Wednesday Words – Death

I have been considering death recently; the small deaths of everyday living, not the big adventure on the other side of the door.
I have a pot of mint grown from one sprig my mother gave me. It died over winter leaving bare brown sticks. In March I cut back the dead bits and moved the pot into the sunlight. There was a celandine growing in the middle. I didn’t have much hope for the mint.
By April the new growth of fresh mint green and strong clustered thickly in the pot. I hadn’t done anything really. I feel that this is saying something to me; rest, relax, get rid of the stuff that doesn’t matter, cut off the dead stuff that belongs to the past, try a new place, just sit in the sun and wait…
© Freya Pickard 2013
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4 Comments on “Wednesday Words – Death”

  1. julespaige Says:

    It is harder to think of the small plants rooting quickly in spring when the family members plan for the eventual last wishes of an elder….though that may be years away. Still a bit spooky. And then on the flip side…soon new birth.

  2. teri Says:

    I have that same pot of mint. I know spring comes- but that does not help much in the dregs of a wintery heart. xo teri

  3. Libby Says:

    It’s amazing how many things spring to new life when they appear to be dead. Doesn’t do to dwell too much on death.

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