The sweet girl, served with my hot and sour soup, who courageously survived through a day of shopping, sits happy as ever on my westward window. The sprig of leaves meant to flavor and inspire gained a royal throne in tap water and mason jar.
Her flowers came dancing along stalk with amazing vigor. A trip home to Rhode Island created space between us, and on my return Thai Basil expressed her need for attention, wilting leaves and all. She had told me what to do in a meditation we had before I left. Specific instructions were made clear so as to continue her window journey.
“The part of my stem immersed in water is becoming clogged. Trim the lowest leaves off my sprig and clip my stalk tip so I may absorb water and thrust forth roots. Save my flowers. You thought I wouldn’t flower and root, but I love you. My bottom flowers will need a hand with pollination. Then you must let them finish their cycle so you may plant my seeds. My top flowers will bloom and you may clip them and make a sacred flower essence with them. This will keep me going until the next time we speak. Thank you.”
In doing so, the Thai Basil quickly set out 4 nubby roots. Oh how the joy ran through my veins!