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Black Thumb

Black Thumb

When I was a little tike, my father would force me to garden. I hated it, basically because it kept me from doing all the things little kids like to do—play the piano, hide in my closet and create colorful art on my Litebrite, collect wildflowers, and sing on the berm of the interstate at the top of my lungs so no one would hear me.

As I grew up, every flower, every plant, every garden I ever tried to grow died unsuccessfully. I considered myself a black thumb.

My father passed on about 11 years ago of pancreatic cancer. Before he died, he said to me, “So now it’s your turn to take care of your sisters and your mother.” I felt like he was passing down some sort of mantel. It felt heavy and I didn’t want it. I was the one who travelled anywhere anytime, never had a steady job, loved being completely free of responsibility. He had it wrong. This was not going to be my destiny.

But there is something about a Father’s last wish—it tends to stick in your crawl! Suddenly, everyone was coming to me with her problems and needs. And I, for some reason, had gleaned the know-how to help all of them. I actually enjoyed it. Let’s call it… co-dependency kicking in.

Something else happened during all of this. I spent 7 years with a florist and through osmosis, I guess, I learned the what and what-nots to do with flowers and gardens.

So, when I moved into my own house, I suddenly possessed my father’s green thumb. Everything I touched grew. I even stunned myself. Right now I’m looking at two orchids that are blooming so beautifully on my sideboard.  Everyone knows how hard it is to get an orchid to bloom, and yet, alas, they bloomed with no effort at all.

If you haven’t looked at my pictures on here, they are full of amazing flowers from my five gardens. I spend, sometimes, hours gardening each day. My sisters call me. I tell them I am out in the garden. They are generally stunned. They think that my dad, whom I never got along with when he was alive, is back haunting my body. I think they might be right.

Why am I so interested in flowers and pretty things now?

My first garden was herbs. I was a vegetarian chef. I thought, grow herbs! You can, at least, put your mind to doing that. I actually was successful at doing that. That’s how it all started. Then my mother moved in and encouraged me to add some color to a somewhat bland garden. From there, it was my dear friend Brenda Batey who gave me her 100 varieties of day lilies and my neighbor Karen who kept putting flowers starters on my doorstep every morning that made my gardens the way they are today. So, it was a little encouragement from the universe and friends; but, alas, I am now what most call a Green Thumb.

I embrace it fully. Ask me any question about flowers and I’ll be glad to tell you. The only thing black in this yard is the mulch!


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New Growth

New Growth

I keep watching everyday for something new to bloom in my garden. Today it is a Rose of Sharon and a few new day lilies. I see new flowers perking out from the ground: tomatoes getting ready to become fruit, the smell basil and rosemary and oregano are fragrantly lilting through the air.

I think of how something new is blooming in my life everyday if I watch closely, as well. And there is probably something new germinating, carefully taking root and popping out from the ground to show me it has found new life. We have to keep a watchful eye on the things we are wishing for, sowing seeds for, in our lives. There is no reason why prosperity shouldn’t be germinating right before our very eyes. “Plant a radish, get a radish. Never any doubt.”

I think that is why Jesus loved to use parables about seeds so much. The miracle of something growing is so important for us to see the wonder of a thought magically growing into reality.

I had a client yesterday tell me a story about how she let a small thought about making money turn into the greatest gift of prosperity in her life thus far. She said it was almost like magic, but the key ingredient was faith. She said, she had $1000 left in her bank account when she told God that she would use it if she had to get what she needed to let the dream manifest. Today, she still has the $1000 in that account, and never had to touch it. Faith got her to her dream without ever having to sacrifice hunger and insecurity.

I love the story, especially, because I know she can bring that same magic to other areas of her life, if she could just reinitiate the process of faith in relationships, art, home life, other business projects, etc.

And so can you. What creation takes is:

1. An Idea (thought in action)

2. Believing that you and God can begin to act on the project together…

3. Calling upon that power within you and in the universe.

4. Envisioning it and continuing to have faith in it.

5. Holding fast to the vision no matter what you see in front of you.

These are the key factors to bringing forth new life. Now go forth and manifest…


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