“When the power of love overcomes the love of power, then the world will know peace.” Jimi Hendrix
For many years, mainly all of my life, I’ve had a sketchy relationship with things alive. The pollywogs I collected in jars and tried to raise (they never survived past the 3 leg stage) , baby birds I’d rescue, and the numerous houseplants I tried to nurture.
Recently, I signed up for a Houseplants 101 extension course. Those are courses offered by universities so you can say to your friends that you’re going to the university. If you know enough big words you can embellish that statement. “I’m studying horticulture.” But before my plants could be snatched from the jaws of death the class was canceled due to lack of participants.
It was then that I decided to take matters into my own hands, inspired by the work of Dr.Masaru Emoto with water and ice crystals. Look it up on Youtube. Inspire yourself. I decided to use words and benign neglect with my plants.
The benign neglect was suggested by the gentlemen who sold the plants to me, assuring me that over-watering was a major cause of plant demise. I had two very special plants, a palm and a fern, that I was especially interested to nurture because they lived with my giraffe who’d grown rather fond of them.
I went into action. Everyday when I pass the plants I talk to them. I generally tell them how beautiful they are and that I love them. (Is this going into my file for the commitment hearing?) I keep them in the loop with upcoming waterings. That is always a special day.
So far the plants have not only survived, but thrived, far beyond the usual lifespan of most plants that I’ve owned. I wonder if this would work with people?
Loveya – The Grandma