O Brother, How Art Thou!

Woke up early Friday morning with the prompting that it would be a good day to work in my “Garden of Good and Evil”.  You know the Garden of Good and Evil.   Your life.  Each of us has sown seeds of Good and seeds of Evil.  If you haven’t, then you’re the second person in history to able to walk on water.  My garden at times looks like that vine from the “Little Shop of Horrors”.  It taunts me with memories of those “coulda, woulda, shoulda” times when I just plain failed.

This prompting to work in my garden of past memories brings to mind what the great personal development guru’s have been teaching for hundreds of years.  Current teachings come from, and you know them, Carnegie, Ziglar, Nightingale, and the great Napoleon Hill.  They all talk about the same thing. What the mind can conceive the mind can achieve.  For me to achieve great things, I must believe that I can.  So why the gardening? It is important that I remove negative thinking and negative regrets that I’ve planted these many years.  This prompting also has an element of keeping open communications with those who inhabit my life.

Why the tittle “O Brother, How Art Thou!”?  You may have guessed.  I called my older brother.  Now this is not a big deal to some.  But you need to know my brother.  He is seven years older and in someways a little stuck in the past.  If I had waited for him to call, I only be watering all those coulda, woulda, shoulda’s.  What a reward it was to call him. The laughter and joy reminiscing the old days was such a stress reliever.  Working and cultivating those negative seeds that produce unbelievable worry and stressful behavior, while the same amount of work watering the good, like keeping open lines of communication, produces joy and well being.

It has been said that the richest places in the World are Cemeteries.  That’s because 95% of us die without reaching the potential possibilities in our lives.  It’s the coulda, woulda, shoulda weeds that we allowed in our gardens.  Take a stroll through your own Garden, take inventory of what is sown and then water the good and to weed out the evil.  Don’t take your potential to that great gold mine in the ground with the headstone the reads “He Coulda, He Woulda, He Shoulda, but He didn’t”.

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