The Faith of the Vine

I will admit that the blooms of Passion vines are outstanding. The complex details make the flower a favorite of photographers.

Passion vine bloom

The leaves are uninteresting, though also complex. But there is one, cute, little feature that gets ignored. The tendrils. I must admit to a tendril fetish.

Tendril

These little curls reaching out to grab anything for support have my heart. What faith these curls have in growing away from the stem and twirling around in thin air hoping to make contact with anything that will help them fight gravity and climb higher.

Hang on!

Wouldn’t it be nice if we had tendrils waving around finding close-by support. It’s one of the reasons I love vines.

Reaching

That faith in reaching out.

FLOW

The Vine Lesson

All my life I have tried to be a tree.

I wanted to stand on my own.  I wanted to be tall and strong.  I wanted to shelter others.

But I am not a tree.  I am a vine.

I reach out toward enlightenment.

I cling to things that I love.

I grow in all directions, not just up.

I get attached to things.

I am not independent. I am interdependent.

I must embrace my vine-ness.

I cannot be a tree, you see.

Flow