Now i pull out this biennial (Lunaria) and walk around my flowerbeds shaking it like a magic wand. Next spring, i want money plant here. And here. And here. The seed husks fly off and land on the ground like pennies from heaven.
Every word that flies out of our mouth is planting seeds for our future. A friend told me yesterday, "I don't want to talk about it, because talking about it will only make me upset." That is wise speech in action.
We want to prepare the ground for wholesome thoughts, words, and deeds. We all already have quite enough weedy thoughts and words for this lifetime, thank you very much.
A penny for your thoughts.
|Money plant blooming in late May with seed pods just forming.|