I've had five plants since arriving in Spain. They have all died, except for the Aloe Vera. Its thriving.
It was a plant given to me by a yoga student. When I first saw it, it was healthy. I took it under my care, and it started to look sick. I was afraid I was going to kill it also.
I took a step back and thought of my smother love attitude to plants, and let it go.
I was looking at the aloe today, and its thriving. Not just healthy, but vibrant with life. Its even sprouted a little baby in its soil.
I did a bit of research. The Hindus called it 'the silent healer'. It has been a symbol of beauty, health, longevity and healing for many peoples.
The Spanish are given credit for bringing it to Europe, and it was used by priests and grown in monasteries as a healing aid.
I drowned the other plants in too much water. I gave them more than they were capable of absorbing. With the Aloe Vera, I waited for the soil to dry out, and then watered it, when it was ready.
Enki, the Sumerian God of Wisdom, is also the god of the waters. He is father to Ningal, the moon goddess, and the grandfather to Inanna.
This ties in with a conversation I was having about limits and energy within the mind/body and breaking those limits before the 'whole' was ready for transition.
The wisdom is. The water is. It is.
The seeker, if her chalice is already full, can not take any more water/wisdom. There is even the possibility of drowning in too much water/wisdom.
Wisdom, the water, must wait until the chalice is ready to be filled. Must wait until the chalice is empty.
I have always had the tendency to 'tell the truth'. Regardless of the consequences. Even if the ears were not receptive.
Its time to take my watering can and place it upon the shelf until the timing is right.
That means, just as I watched the Aloe Vera plant, testing its soil, and being careful of its nature, I need to keep this same observance/awareness in my daily life.
I am that I am.
God grant me patience and humility to await for Your guidance.