The gardening season is coming to an end, but in her garden in Amsterdam-Zuidoost, the marigold, which withered on the pieces of ground next to her, still gave so many flowers that others plucked it.
It is, says Samantha, because of the intention with which she gardens. She firmly believes that bulbs and seeds germinate better if you give them attention and love. „healing energyshe calls it.
She also talks to plants, which she learned from her mother. She must have seen my surprised look now, for she says hastily: “Really, it works. It has even been researched. To one plant a scientist said daily: ‘I love you’, to another plant he said: ‘You are ugly’. And a third plant he ignored. The first bloomed, the second died, the third turned brown. Google it.”
I do, incredulous Thomas, and dammit, it’s been researched.
Attention and love do not only work well with plants – it also brightens up people. From mother and ancestors, healers and shamans, Samantha learned that emotions settle in your organs: anger attacks your liver, irritations settle in your kidneys, sadness accumulates in your heart.
Grandpa’s therapy included dancing and drinking bitter herbs to rinse the body. She talks to her clients, while looking at their energy, their posture. Also, sometimes she knows the problem before meeting the person. She saw that in a dream.
Samantha once worked on the human resource department of the fire service. But she felt: this does not suit me. So one day, when she was in the office as early as seven o’clock, when she usually came running in just after nine, and she saw an ad on her desk for a retreat found in Málaga, it couldn’t be a coincidence.
When she returned, she trained as an energy therapist and two years later she quit her job. She traveled through Asia with her husband, but ran out of money. Back in the Netherlands, she started working for a pharmaceutical company, although that work went against her principles. “I felt I was participating in poisoning people by working for such a company.” Besides, there is no such thing as practice what you preach?
She went on another trip and this time she ended up at a Buddhist center in New York, where she had to weed, among other things. Can’t I get a nicer job, she thought. “Until a monk told us that weeds represent human problems. Then I got more pleasure from it; every time I pulled a strand, I imagined I was removing a problem, root and all.”
In my vegetable garden, the hordes of slugs are the problem this year, I sigh. “Do you say that out loud?” she asks. Yeah, every time I walk into my yard, I curse those beasts. “See,” she says, “you said it. Then it is in the universe, then it exists.”
And while I don’t believe that, I still intend to say something different next year. How beautiful you are, for example, even though the dahlia buds have turned into a slimy knot.
After all, you can learn to manifest.
This is the last part in a short series.
The gardening season is coming to an end, but in her garden in Amsterdam-Zuidoost, the marigold, which withered on the pieces of ground next to her, still gave so many flowers that others plucked it.
It is, says Samantha, because of the intention with which she gardens. She firmly believes that bulbs and seeds germinate better if you give them attention and love. „healing energyshe calls it.
She also talks to plants, which she learned from her mother. She must have seen my surprised look now, for she says hastily: “Really, it works. It has even been researched. To one plant a scientist said daily: ‘I love you’, to another plant he said: ‘You are ugly’. And a third plant he ignored. The first bloomed, the second died, the third turned brown. Google it.”
I do, incredulous Thomas, and dammit, it’s been researched.
Attention and love do not only work well with plants – it also brightens up people. From mother and ancestors, healers and shamans, Samantha learned that emotions settle in your organs: anger attacks your liver, irritations settle in your kidneys, sadness accumulates in your heart.
Grandpa’s therapy included dancing and drinking bitter herbs to rinse the body. She talks to her clients, while looking at their energy, their posture. Also, sometimes she knows the problem before meeting the person. She saw that in a dream.
Samantha once worked on the human resource department of the fire service. But she felt: this does not suit me. So one day, when she was in the office as early as seven o’clock, when she usually came running in just after nine, and she saw an ad on her desk for a retreat found in Málaga, it couldn’t be a coincidence.
When she returned, she trained as an energy therapist and two years later she quit her job. She traveled through Asia with her husband, but ran out of money. Back in the Netherlands, she started working for a pharmaceutical company, although that work went against her principles. “I felt I was participating in poisoning people by working for such a company.” Besides, there is no such thing as practice what you preach?
She went on another trip and this time she ended up at a Buddhist center in New York, where she had to weed, among other things. Can’t I get a nicer job, she thought. “Until a monk told us that weeds represent human problems. Then I got more pleasure from it; every time I pulled a strand, I imagined I was removing a problem, root and all.”
In my vegetable garden, the hordes of slugs are the problem this year, I sigh. “Do you say that out loud?” she asks. Yeah, every time I walk into my yard, I curse those beasts. “See,” she says, “you said it. Then it is in the universe, then it exists.”
And while I don’t believe that, I still intend to say something different next year. How beautiful you are, for example, even though the dahlia buds have turned into a slimy knot.
After all, you can learn to manifest.
This is the last part in a short series.
The gardening season is coming to an end, but in her garden in Amsterdam-Zuidoost, the marigold, which withered on the pieces of ground next to her, still gave so many flowers that others plucked it.
It is, says Samantha, because of the intention with which she gardens. She firmly believes that bulbs and seeds germinate better if you give them attention and love. „healing energyshe calls it.
She also talks to plants, which she learned from her mother. She must have seen my surprised look now, for she says hastily: “Really, it works. It has even been researched. To one plant a scientist said daily: ‘I love you’, to another plant he said: ‘You are ugly’. And a third plant he ignored. The first bloomed, the second died, the third turned brown. Google it.”
I do, incredulous Thomas, and dammit, it’s been researched.
Attention and love do not only work well with plants – it also brightens up people. From mother and ancestors, healers and shamans, Samantha learned that emotions settle in your organs: anger attacks your liver, irritations settle in your kidneys, sadness accumulates in your heart.
Grandpa’s therapy included dancing and drinking bitter herbs to rinse the body. She talks to her clients, while looking at their energy, their posture. Also, sometimes she knows the problem before meeting the person. She saw that in a dream.
Samantha once worked on the human resource department of the fire service. But she felt: this does not suit me. So one day, when she was in the office as early as seven o’clock, when she usually came running in just after nine, and she saw an ad on her desk for a retreat found in Málaga, it couldn’t be a coincidence.
When she returned, she trained as an energy therapist and two years later she quit her job. She traveled through Asia with her husband, but ran out of money. Back in the Netherlands, she started working for a pharmaceutical company, although that work went against her principles. “I felt I was participating in poisoning people by working for such a company.” Besides, there is no such thing as practice what you preach?
She went on another trip and this time she ended up at a Buddhist center in New York, where she had to weed, among other things. Can’t I get a nicer job, she thought. “Until a monk told us that weeds represent human problems. Then I got more pleasure from it; every time I pulled a strand, I imagined I was removing a problem, root and all.”
In my vegetable garden, the hordes of slugs are the problem this year, I sigh. “Do you say that out loud?” she asks. Yeah, every time I walk into my yard, I curse those beasts. “See,” she says, “you said it. Then it is in the universe, then it exists.”
And while I don’t believe that, I still intend to say something different next year. How beautiful you are, for example, even though the dahlia buds have turned into a slimy knot.
After all, you can learn to manifest.
This is the last part in a short series.
The gardening season is coming to an end, but in her garden in Amsterdam-Zuidoost, the marigold, which withered on the pieces of ground next to her, still gave so many flowers that others plucked it.
It is, says Samantha, because of the intention with which she gardens. She firmly believes that bulbs and seeds germinate better if you give them attention and love. „healing energyshe calls it.
She also talks to plants, which she learned from her mother. She must have seen my surprised look now, for she says hastily: “Really, it works. It has even been researched. To one plant a scientist said daily: ‘I love you’, to another plant he said: ‘You are ugly’. And a third plant he ignored. The first bloomed, the second died, the third turned brown. Google it.”
I do, incredulous Thomas, and dammit, it’s been researched.
Attention and love do not only work well with plants – it also brightens up people. From mother and ancestors, healers and shamans, Samantha learned that emotions settle in your organs: anger attacks your liver, irritations settle in your kidneys, sadness accumulates in your heart.
Grandpa’s therapy included dancing and drinking bitter herbs to rinse the body. She talks to her clients, while looking at their energy, their posture. Also, sometimes she knows the problem before meeting the person. She saw that in a dream.
Samantha once worked on the human resource department of the fire service. But she felt: this does not suit me. So one day, when she was in the office as early as seven o’clock, when she usually came running in just after nine, and she saw an ad on her desk for a retreat found in Málaga, it couldn’t be a coincidence.
When she returned, she trained as an energy therapist and two years later she quit her job. She traveled through Asia with her husband, but ran out of money. Back in the Netherlands, she started working for a pharmaceutical company, although that work went against her principles. “I felt I was participating in poisoning people by working for such a company.” Besides, there is no such thing as practice what you preach?
She went on another trip and this time she ended up at a Buddhist center in New York, where she had to weed, among other things. Can’t I get a nicer job, she thought. “Until a monk told us that weeds represent human problems. Then I got more pleasure from it; every time I pulled a strand, I imagined I was removing a problem, root and all.”
In my vegetable garden, the hordes of slugs are the problem this year, I sigh. “Do you say that out loud?” she asks. Yeah, every time I walk into my yard, I curse those beasts. “See,” she says, “you said it. Then it is in the universe, then it exists.”
And while I don’t believe that, I still intend to say something different next year. How beautiful you are, for example, even though the dahlia buds have turned into a slimy knot.
After all, you can learn to manifest.
This is the last part in a short series.