Some of you who have been faithfully reading this blog for years might remember my post a few years ago about the orchid I inherited from dear Mimi, the woman with whom Donny and I lived for three years just after we got married. (We lived in an apartment attached to her house and did household chores and errands in exchange for rent.) Mimi died in 2004, and at the memorial service I asked her daughter-in-law (through my sobs—I loved Mimi) if I could have one of Mimi’s orchids. (I had spent countless hours in her greenhouse, caring for her plants, and I felt that having one of those orchids would keep me connected to Mimi.)
I chose the Vanda Rothschildiana, one of my favorites (and Mimi’s, as well). But for years it didn’t bloom, and I assumed that our house wasn’t humid enough. Then, five years later, it burst into color. You can see photos and read about that here.
Over the last year and a half, though, the Vanda has been struggling. It began to lose its leaves, so I re-potted it. I sprayed its roots every morning. I re-potted it again. It perked up for a while, and I thought I had saved it. Then the rest of the leaves yellowed and fell to the ground.
During this same period, I was struggling, as well, dealing with stressful trademark issues. Each day I carefully sprayed the Vanda’s roots (even though it no longer had even one sad leaf.) Each day I fretted about the dispute (though fretting did me no good.)
I knew—had known for a while—that I needed to let both go. Mimi’s spirit did not reside in that orchid just as my work did not reside in the name I’d been using. Letting the orchid go wouldn’t affect how much I loved Mimi. Letting the name go wouldn’t affect the passion I felt for my work. So I stopped watering the plant, and I rebranded.
Rebranding has been great. But I missed my Vanda hanging there in the dining room. I missed that shock of green near the ceiling. I missed the possibility of its lavender blossoms.
Today is my 40th birthday—a milestone to be sure. And a few weeks ago I decided that as a present I’d like a new Vanda, one that I chose with Mimi and new beginnings in mind. It’s been a challenging year for me with lots of loss (my grandpa, a friend, the son of a friend). But it’s also been an incredible year (the book, the job, presentations and new opportunities). And I’m ready to celebrate how far I’ve come, how hard I’ve worked, and how grateful I am for this life I’m living.
Last night, my mom drove me out to Orchids Limited, where she bought me a new Vanda. My Vanda. I’m told the blossoms will be lavender. (I’ll post photos as soon as it blooms.)
Cheers, friends! Thank you for being part of my life.