I’m not exactly sure what the name of this plant is. I’m not sure that I really need to know. What I do know is that this plant holds a large reminder for me. A reminder of my troubled teen years when I was on my own and the generosity of a teacher that taught me what unconditional caring was.
It was my time with this teacher who opened up their home to a teenager in need, when I learned what it was to be a good person. Not through any specific lesson, but through the simple actions of this teacher. It takes a lot for a person to do what they did and the impact of their actions have remained with me.
This teacher was also influential in my love for photography and use of it as a means of communication and help for others.
Photos of this plant were all over this teachers house from a trip they took to the southwest and when I see them in person my heart warms at the memory of living in their house. It was one of the first times that I can actually remember feeling safe.