I have this asparagus fern that I bought two years ago. Every year, I buy some kind of hanging plant for the front stoop that ends up dying from neglect, but I thought I’d try something different when I bought this fern. I thought I would try to keep it alive, like bring it inside during the winter. The problem is that inside my house equals instant death for any house plant except for the ivy I’ve had in a pot on top of the fridge for thirteen years. I just don’t have the window lighting space for inside plants. My olive tree is barely surviving and I moved it outside for the summer. I predict that it will not take kindly to being brought back inside in the Fall. So I decided to take my fern to work.

There are large east facing windows on one whole side of my work cubical. I already had two plants that were thriving in that space, plus an inherited aloe that should absolutely not be thriving because it has basically outgrown it’s container and that was before it was ‘gifted’ to me. As we all learned from Jurassic Park, life finds a way. I named my asparagus fern Sideshow Bob, loaded him up along with the thousands of roly-polies that had taken up inhabitance in the few days I had allowed the pot to sit on the ground, and I took him to work. During the first month, I swept up a lot of roly-polies, but now we are poly free and thriving. Sideshow Bob is a mess. Every time I pick him up to carry him to the sink for watering, he sheds needle like leaves in a trail. Every six months or so, half of him turns brown and brittle. I think he’s dying and pluck out as much of the brown parts as I can. Then he sprouts new limbs and everything is okay.

Sideshow Bob needs parts of himself to die before growing.

Humans do this too. We shed dead skins cells and intestinal cells every day. I mean, women basically build nests in their wombs every month that are torn down and removed from the body. Parts of our bodies die off and get replaced with new cells. Of course our ability to do this gets less and less the older we get and it doesn’t look as visually dramatic as Sideshow Bob, but we still do it. Life, finding it’s way again. All of this started me thinking about how parts of our not physical selves need to die before we can begin to start something new. I know I have a habit of clinging to a routine even when it no longer serves me. I just keep doing the same thing over and over with the idea that it will reset itself into a routine that is useful and healthy again. Then I eventually reach a point were I wonder why nothing is working or feels right and I remember that I never actually made any changes that would lead to useful and healthy.

It’s time to start cutting off some brown crunchy dead parts, in this case an old way of thinking and doing, but not in an attempt to just rush forward into something new. I think I’d like to clear out some of those dead thoughts and ideas and just sit with that cleared space for a minute or two. Maybe take some time to grieve those thoughts and ideas and then wait for new thoughts and ideas to grow flourish. And I get that personal growth can happen on top of old thoughts and ideas. New growth happens like this in the wild all the time. Mushrooms can sprout on living trees. Every year my hostas come up out of the ground with extra hostas. But I have also driven through the Flint Hills after a controlled burn and have seen the softest greenest layer of grass as the prairie replenishes.

When there’s nothing left to burn, you have to set yourself on fire. -Douglas Campbell, father to Torquil Campbell, lead singer of the band Stars.

Burn off the dead and no longer useful parts and then sit back and watch the new growth come in.