wisdom begins in wonder
You half-listen as they continue to discuss Frey and the Blight and pregnancy, far more interested in the plants than the conversation and thoroughly thrilled to be, for the moment, left to your own devices. With the andrographis re-positioned and looking much happier with itself you settle into your meditation, closing your eyes, palms on the ground, your breathing deep and body still.
The andrographis is not the only thing to respond. All around you the plants seem to react to your presence- including, unfortunately, the weeds. Mushrooms pop up merrily between your fingers and sprigs of grass sprout from your hair as new buds begin to pepper the nearby medicinal bushes, as though spring has come through with a gale-force of brand new life, threatening to leave the garden wild and willful and overgrown.
The andrographis is not the only thing to respond. All around you the plants seem to react to your presence- including, unfortunately, the weeds. Mushrooms pop up merrily between your fingers and sprigs of grass sprout from your hair as new buds begin to pepper the nearby medicinal bushes, as though spring has come through with a gale-force of brand new life, threatening to leave the garden wild and willful and overgrown.
