Becoming-with a garden in a house of worship did not work out how it could have. Going away from that interview realizing I am the weed in the garden. Instead of recognizing me as a fellow plant, one that could be medicinal for the group by being a different presence, I was essentially given false hope and encouraged to whither away.

My beliefs, thankfully, did not whither. My faith in the institution did. For me personally, this is a spiritual example of continuing to become-with all that is, even with such an outcome.