At one point in my life I had a huge passion for the study of plants.

Sparked by my years of working in a commercial greenhouse, I came to fascination with how plants worked. In this time I amassed a large personal collection of houseplants. Some would call it hoarding, but I loved taking care of them and had a huge interest in watching them grow.

As years have past, and life has gotten busy, I found that it became challenging to devote time to watching other things grow when I was the one needing the water. I stopped taking care of my plants. A surprisingly long time ago. Presently dead and dying, withering away in my personal space. Through dumping out pots of dead, dry dirt and yellow leaves–there is miraculously plenty to salvage.

And, plenty to learn from and relate to.

I often don’t pay full attention to what’s getting my water. It’s incredibly easy to get caught up in daily life without much concern for what I’m being fueled by–as long as I’m fueled enough to complete my given tasks.

After sweeping flaked-off leaves, my past enjoyment of botany has become a reminder that a malnourished plant can’t grow, let alone bloom.

Rounding the corner on my time in Praxis I have been putting thought into changes I need to make to foster a healthy, balanced root system. Ultimately if your root system isn’t given the optimum conditions, it will always show. Most of the time when it’s already too late.

I have chosen to be a producer in life. In order to grow into my full potential it is imperative to remember the basics.

What is your water?