Tapas means a burning zeal, it’s also a lovely appetizer in a Greek restaurant. The best way I can describe Tapas is through a tree in my back yard. My husband and I have lived in our townhouse for about 10 years. I’ve always dabbled in gardening and by no means am I good at it, however, I try. About 5 years ago I remember struggling with a weed out behind the house. All the previous years before when I’d go to weed the potential garden, I came across this huge weed. The weed was thick, deep and I could never seem to get rid of it. I tried weed killers, digging holes, and cutting it at the base deep underground. Cutting it deep I knew I wouldn’t see it all Summer and my garden could flourish. Metaphorically, I’ve struggled with weeds in my life (change), however on a physical level I’ve really never struggled so much with a weed. This weed was unlike any other weed.
I saw the weed again come up in the fall and since winter was around the corner I decided to say screw it – grow weed. The following Spring I saw the weed mighty and tall – about 10 inches with small little branches and super tiny leaves. I realized this weed was a tree. How it got there I don’t know. However, no matter how hard I tried to get rid of it, the weed was resilient. It wouldn’t take no for an answer, it is supposed to be here. Five years after letting the tree grow it helped to raise a sweet Robin family and provide us with shade. The tree had a burning zeal towards life, no matter what was thrown it’s way, it lived.
We can learn a lot from the weed. No matter how many times one falls, or gets cut down, we shall never give up. This is Tapas.
