“A Wild Thing at the Gate”
- Alice Ranker
- 6 days ago
- 2 min read
There’s a plant growing in my driveway.
I didn’t plant it. I didn’t plan for it. Honestly, it’s kind of in the way—right at the gate that leads to the backyard. But, there it is. Vibrant. Determined. Alive.
Most likely, one of my chickens carried the seed there without any intention at all. But something about the soil, the timing, the sunlight—something said “yes” to this little squash plant, and now it’s thriving in the least likely place. (There's another one in the back ditch. I didn't plant it either. I think it's a pumpkin. It was there last year too and came back for a seasonal visit.)
And I find myself in love with it.
Every time I go to open the gate, I pause. I step gently around it, well mostly, soemtimes I feel her brush against my leg and then I remember she's there. It’s inconvenient, yes, but it’s also a quiet reminder: life doesn’t always show up where we expect it, and growth doesn’t always follow tidy paths.

I think of the women I work with—how often we talk about making space. Not just in our schedules or our homes, but in our hearts. Making space for the parts of ourselves we didn’t plan on. For the callings that come quietly. For the healing that doesn’t arrive on schedule. For the dreams or parts of ourselves we buried because they felt too inconvenient, too out of place.
That wild squash plant is teaching me something: not everything has to be practical to be sacred.
Sometimes, the most important thing we can do is not pull the thing up. Not label it as “in the way.” But to say, “Okay. You’re here. Let’s see what happens.”
Maybe that looks like allowing your creativity to take root again. Maybe it’s making room for rest even when the world tells you to hustle. Maybe it’s accepting the inconvenient truth that you need something different now.
Whatever it is—if something is growing in you, even if it showed up uninvited or late or awkward—maybe it’s worth making space for.
After all, there’s a wild thing at your gate. And it might just be a gift.
So tell me—

Comment below or reply to this post—I’d love to hear your story. And if this message spoke to you, would you consider sharing it with a friend who might need the same reminder?
Have the best week.
Much love,

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