Dead and Buried

I was already feeling bad about uprooting the orange and black pansies – flourishing in their pots since October – for the sole reason that they look like Halloween, not Spring.“I’m sorry,” I whispered to them. “You have been very good pansies.”

I felt like crying. What is wrong with me, I thought. 

“I’ll meet you in the dirt,” I whispered, but they just kept their stoic Mona Lisa smiles as I wrenched them out of the pot.

(To be continued, in days to come… in the story, “Daisy and The Day of the Dead”)

In the meanwhile, if you are interested in thinking about the interconnectedness of a pansy – and you – and me, please read Eckhart Tolle’s “The New Earth” with me…

I began it on Audible on a recent drive. It’s a bit woo-woo. But it’s given me a lot to think about.