I like to take care of the plants on the balcony. Some of them have flowers, others
are just decorative. But they are a perpetual occasion of joy, new photos, ideas for
the blog, experiences, observations, amazement and even generate a way to truly
understand the idea of the present moment.
Last year I found some seeds of the flower called the 'queen of the night'. They were
incredibly small. I put them in a pot, more of curiosity. A few plants appeared,
they started to grow rapidly and made some long stems, at the end of which extremely
fragile flowers appeared. They fell before forming seeds.
I kept them though, for new observations...
When I see such desired but still unexpected blossoms, I feel the sparkle in my eyes.
I know that waiting was worth it. And I was glad that I decided to try.
Without this decision, I wouldn’t have a new and aromatic experience.
I am thinking for a new approach: the metaphor of seeds-thoughts scattered in the
'garden of the mind'. We know that we will pick up what we seed in the ground.
But when it comes to our mind, what approaches do we have? What thoughts do we
plant so that our achievements make our eyes to sparkle with joy, pride, gratitude?
I recently had the surprise of seeing a mother teaching her baby-boy to hug a tree.
I wondered if he was hearing what we can no longer hear.
Maybe yes, because his eyes sparkled too much...

Imi place sa ma ocup de plantele din balcon. Unele au flori, altele sunt doar decorative.
Sunt insa un perpetuu prilej de bucurie, de poze noi, de idei pentru blog, de experiente,
de observatii, de uimiri si chiar genereaza un mod de a pricepe cu adevarat ideea
momentului prezent! Anul trecut am gasit niste seminte de regina noptii. Erau
incredibil de mici. Le-am pus intr-un ghiveci, asa, mai mult de curiozitate.
Au aparut cateva plantute, au inceput sa creasca repejor si au facut niste tije lungi,
la capatul carora au aparut florile extrem de fragile. Au cazut inainte de a forma seminte.
Le-am pastrat totusi, pentru noi observatii...
Cand vad astfel de infloriri dorite insa totusi neasteptate, imi simt licarirea din ochi.
Stiu ca asteptarea a meritat. Si m-a bucurat ideea ca m-am decis sa incerc. Fara aceasta
decizie nu as fi avut parte de o noua experienta si aromata pe deasupra.
Ma gandesc la o noua abordare: metafora semintelor-ganduri imprastiate in
'gradina mintii'. Stim ca vom culege ceea ce semanam in pamant.
Dar cand e vorba de mintea noastra, ce abordari avem?
Ce ganduri plantam pentru ca realizarile noastre sa ne faca ochii sa scanteieze
de bucurie, mandrie, recunostinta?
Am avut recent surpriza sa vad o mamica invatandu-si copilasul sa imbratiseze
un copac. M-am intrebat daca el auzea ceea ce noi nu mai putem auzi.
Poate ca da, ca prea ii sclipeau ochisorii...