The orchid plant that my husband gifted me two years ago is thriving. It's living its best life. I remember to water it occasionally, but that's about the extent of my care for it. Lately, I tell it how cute it is. That probably helps too.
It's growing mad roots, though. Air roots that grab nutrients from the air. They are long, spindly things, extending like fingers downward. They look unruly. They look like they have a voice of their own.
Sometimes I feel like they're trying to tell me something.