The Unseen and the Unknown
Today I took my longest sharpest knife and attacked the bound roots of a potted trailing ivy plant, determined that I would win and divide it into smaller pieces. Liberating this ivy into bigger spaces. I intended to hang it off my balcony railing in two different window baskets. I was reminded that moving transculturally is likened unto tearing roots from a bound plant and replanting it into new soil. It seems and feels destructive. The results are new growth, more plants, and broadened horizons. Also, things are happening that are unseen and unknown to us. Perhaps this is the most exciting thing about being uprooted. A few weeks ago, I am taking in the first Christmas concert of the season. I was enjoying the traditional music, the new to my ears Arabic Christmas music, singing in the choir and my husband sharing a message. I was immersed. Suddenly, somewhere between English and Arabic translation my mind wandered. I was on a hill overlooking a city and a lake, night was