About Pruning My Pothos
Some people write manifestos. We prune plants.
This isn’t a blog. It’s a slow, leafy rebellion against noise — and a quiet practice of letting go.
Why We Prune
Pruning My Pothos started as a quiet reflection on growth — not the loud, optimized kind, but the kind that sprawls. We found poetry in pothos leaves, and therapy in letting go.
This space is our journal: part philosophy, part creative mulch, part garden of existential weeds.
Meet the Minds (and Mutts)
Shailesh
Thought Pruner
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Ananya
Metaphor Gardener
"Finds philosophy in pothos roots. Grows more than just plants."
Simba
Existential Barker
"Growls at nothing. Like a true philosopher."
Kuttush
Leaf Thief
"Stole a pothos once. No regrets."
Pothos: The Plant. The Path.
More than just a houseplant, the pothos symbolizes resilience and adaptability. It grows in silence, thrives in neglect, and stretches toward whatever light it can find.
To prune is to participate. It’s a gentle rebellion against excess, and a mindful return to what matters. Every trim is a choice to grow better, not just bigger.
We found in pothos a metaphor that mirrors our own loops of healing, restraint, and thoughtful expansion.
Read the Full BlogWhat We Believe
- ✂️ Letting go is a creative act
- 🌱 Growth isn’t linear — it’s loopy, messy, honest
- 🪴 Ideas need space, not pressure
- 🍂 Burnout is feedback, not failure
This Is Not a Cult. (Yet.)
If you're into slow growth, soft rebellion, and metaphors with dirt under the nails — you're one of us.
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