All Things Grow … With Love – II
Four weeks later my novice eyes were as wide and disbelieving as the children’s. The kitchen plant was leggy and sick-looking, and it hadn’t grown at all. But the Great Room plant, which had been sung to and swaddled in positive thoughts and words, had increased threefold in size with dark succulent leaves that fairly vibrated with energy when addressed with song, word or thought.
In order to prove the experiment – and also dry the tears of the tender-hearted among us who feared for the life of the other plant – the kitchen ivy was rescued from its solitary confinement and brought to the Great Room to join the other ivy on the mantel, but at the opposite end.
Within three weeks, the second plant had caught up with the first ivy. Within four weeks, they could not be recognized, one from the other.
I took this lesson to heart and made it my own:
All things grow…with love.
(Maybe, if you think it’s worthy, consider passing it on? – God Bless.)
More than worthy, and thank you for sharing it.
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…and here I was, contemplating skylights!!! Loved your entry!
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Hi, you were trying to help me. I am sorry for doing what I did. Thankyou for pointing out all of that to me. I appreciate you giving me that information about what to do, but I don’t think i’m in that bad enough of a situation. I just think at times I’m over-reacting and freaking out. Well thankyou for helping.
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thank you for sharing this. brightest blessings to you
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RYN: The best answer to all your questions is that it took a lot of experiences, relationships, and mistakes to know exactly who I am regarding my emotions. Emotions do exist for me in this biz but too big a subject to write in this note. People make the mistake of thinking that I could not have their same emotions if I’m doing this. My emotions, however, just move differently.
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thank you for sharing this with us. We forget how far simple kind words can go.
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Nice. Will you sing to me?? bmh
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Big baby. I’d ask you to sing to me…but I think I’d rather just tell you that in a minute, I’ll be in my bed masterbating. BTW, I’ll be thinking about you fcking me doggy-style…
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pulling my hair, telling me that you love the way my tight c*nt feels on your cock. At that point, I’ll stop you, turn you around and make you f*ck me in the missionary position and ask “Do you like the way your cock feels when you f*ck me this way Daddy?” Then, I will lean up and bite your nipple.
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The sound you make as you’re cumming inside me will be music to my ears.
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