Bloom Where You’re Planted…

I’ve been coming to this place for as long as I can remember. When I was a little kid, I would run along the maze of brick paths with my cheap plastic camera in hand, trying to capture it’s beauty. Those pictures are faded and blurry now, but I still remember feeling awestruck by the strange shapes and secret surprises found within those soaring glass walls.

Now that I’ve returned home after my thirteen year odyssey out West, I feel the call to visit the Potawatomi Conservatory¬†every winter on cold, sunny days when I’m in need of a little green to break up the monotony of snow white. Just a ten minute drive from my house, I can ditch my coat and feel the heat of the thin winter sun warming my back as I stroll gratefully through an oasis of mindfulness and memories…