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Outta Words

Unbelievable!  I stared at the stick of a plant both my eggplant and pepper had become.  What in the world is making a night time meal of their leaves?  I am completely baffled as I search in vain to catch the culprit.  It does not seem to be the roaming possum or even the occasional visiting squirrel, and I know for certain there are no rabbits in our neighborhood.  The only evidence are little circular chomp bites, but can something that small have such a veracious appetite? Is it a worm, a grasshopper or some invisible insect, completely dressed in camouflage?  I feel robbed of my summer produce, even though it appears to have left the vegetable itself for me to have.  Outta words, I decide to pluck up the remnants later . . . 

I usually have something to say.  Most times, I have find it necessary to speak, to comment, to intervene, to say something.  But not now, I am as naked as my leafless plants.  I'm outta words.  In relationships, dialogue is the source of growth, understanding or misunderstanding, conflict or resolution.  Yes, I haven't always been the best at being forthright, as my tendency is to appease or acquiesce for a sense of peace.  The problem with that is you are caught in between and left with your own sense of being unheard.  So moving out of that position has left me outta words . . . 
I think it's only been a few weeks.  I kept watering my sticks in my vegetable garden and to my surprise and delight, dramatic growth has taken place.  It's as if my plants had never been undressed of their leaves, for now they are wearing bright green foliage.  In fact, they are blooming and once again starting a brand new crop.   I'm outta words with wonder!

Texting isn't really my thing, but I'm learning it's a way to find words.  The conversation seemed at first one sided, angry, accusing and hurting mostly. But in allowing myself to listen responding without so many words, I ultimately found understanding, forgiveness, and hope even though it had to come through my initial fear of rejection and despair.  It's amazing that healing and restoration has come, even when I've been so outta words. . . 

Yes, I may be outta words but never outta hope nor love . . . 

     

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