A fresh crop of mushrooms grew right where her tears fell. With imperative love they responded to the salt of her watery eyes, the pain disrupting every cell of her being.
She’d been in the same spot only 24 hours earlier and came back to cry again on the wooden stoop by the side of her home.
They weren’t present yesterday. Today they were bursting with life together through the ground.
A reminder; heartbreak isn’t solitary. All humans experience life in different ways with different perspectives.
Mushrooms grow together in clusters.
They grow this way with a deep, connectedness to the earth and a magical agent of knowing so many humans forget.
They reach through roots, dirt, and gravel to pop up together as a group.
Supporting each other, representing the truth; separation is a myth.
She reached down to touch the soft, complex cap of each one. Delicate, fragile, and together a calvary of love and connection.
They weren’t burgeoning from the ground when she cried alone into the mulch yesterday.
Today they pushed through the dirt to show themselves. She would come back and they wanted her to learn she wasn’t alone.
The medicine of plants is something to witness.
Over and over they’re trampled, cut, forgotten, breathing toxic human air, continuing to thrive and grow.
Always showing up. For me. For you. For us. For all of the world. Faced with abandonment, disregard, censure, and misuse, they continue to fold up through the earth as a testimony.
The mushrooms flock together as a soft witness to help us remember, heartbreak isn’t isolated.
Nothing is.
If you choose to take this path alone you can.
Or you can settle into the love of this life and appreciate what arrives on your land, enjoying all of it and more skillfully to aggregate with the mushrooms who offer belonging with easy acceptance, and unconditional love.
They’re always sending communication through the ground, into all of life, begging you to remember; love is everywhere and you are not separate from love, you are love.