As I went from trellis to trellis I noticed that one part of a plant was dead. I grabbed the clippers so that I could trim away the dead parts.

But then as I lifted the long vine to cut it, I noticed something unexpected. This is what was on the other end of the vine.

It was new growth, vibrant and vivid, with even the beginnings of flower buds starting.
It startled me so much that I stood there looking back and forth from the "dead" vine to the live part. Dead, not dead. Dead, not dead at all.
As I carefully and gently wound the vine around the trellis, I felt the spirit pointing to an important lesson, reminding me that things are not always as they seem, and that I need to be holding space for this understanding in my life. Things are not always as they seem. People are not always as they seem. And what sometimes seems dead might not be.


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