I sat on a butterfly-shaped bench in the indoor exhibit, soaking in the trickly sounds of water in a little man-made pond. The air was warm and pleasantly moist, pink and orange flowers and twisty-barked green trees canopied, draped and colored the rocks and stone pathways in this little wonderland. Butterflies of every color and size flitted around, sometimes gently landing on me.
There was nothing to say or do. I just sat and absorbed the calm of the environment into my cells.
I watched a young woman examining the foliage, looking for dying flowers to clip and prune. I could see by the focused way she studied each bloom that she understands a plant’s mood. She knows the difference between a plant’s expression that signals over-watering vs. parching, withering vs. finding its legs. How could she know this about a species that can’t talk?
I have always been a sucky gardener. I don’t get plants at all I’m in awe of people who do. To me, reading people seems much easier. In fact, I had spent the morning on the phone with my mom, talking her through a crisis that had her anxious and delusional. She is recently widowed and has dementia. She was like a new person after we talked. I felt somewhat depleted, but very useful.
Connection to any living thing feeds the soul, whether it’s other people, an animal or even a plant. We are better when some living thing responds to us and when we understand and respond to it. The understanding that reading plants and reading people serve the same purpose made me feel like if I spent enough time, and really listened, I could maybe learn the language of plants too.
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Sometimes I am overwhelmed by a good feeling toward someone else, I want to say it, but my first reaction is to keep it in. I’ve learned to override that destructive, self-protective instinct and express what is on my heart.
If you suddenly feel warm feelings of love or pride towards your children, say it out loud. If you are humbled that your spouse has been there for you for all of these years, tell him. If your friend did something that inspired you, give her credit and let her know that she had an impact on you.
Here’s an idea: do it with strangers too. Verbalize the compliment that came into your head about them.
I am no longer surprised to notice how absolutely starved so many people are for positive praise. In our consumer-driven entitled society, so many of us are quick to complain about how others aren’t pleasing us. We don’t spare the criticism in our own self-talk either. This is not good.
Sharing the positives has a way of turning things around for everyone involved.
There comes a time when it is too late. At that point, all that was left unsaid can haunt us relentlessly. Say what you need to say. Do it now.
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