Houseplants

In the past year, I have taken up the hobby of growing houseplants. Before this last year, it seemed as if every plant that I brought into my home died. More likely than not, I neglected them. Even spider plants, which proliferate for others, were doomed to an early demise.

This past year, I was very intentional in creating a “sacred space” in my home. I have hung wine chimes outside of the windows. I can hear them faintly in the breeze. I have an indoor waterfall. The soothing sound of softly flowing water is present. I may have a candle burning. It’s flickering flame and gentle fragrance add to the atmosphere. I often play relaxing instrumental music quietly in the background. Beautiful glassware, in hues of blue, and figurines, depicting signs of life, are tucked into the corners and on the shelves. And then there are my new houseplants. Their green growingness is a testimony to life, serenity and peace.

Houseplants never did well for me before. I neglected them. But now, with care and attention, they are flourishing in the serenity of my sacred space. My own level of serenity is also flourishing. I give it care and attention as well. I have intentionally planned an external sacred space. I also intentionally plan for and set aside time and space in my heart for God. I do not neglect this part of my life.