, the new Abraham/Esther Hicks book.
Just doing some gardening and pondering on the free-will/fate thing...
Working in a garden is hard labor. Hoeing, weeding, planting, watering, more weeding... that is the free will part... and the vegetables and the growing conditions you can call fate. Choosing to have a garden and what to plant in it would then be intent. You can use your free will to be lazy and let the patch get overrun with weeds, and you can choose which plants you let grow and which you don't, but you don't actually grow the vegetables. You couldn't if you wanted to, neither can you make them grow faster. Gardening is basically letting the vegetables do the growing while you work hard at giving them the best conditions in which to develop, and you can only cross your hart and hope that hail or tornadoes, other elements of fate, will not strike. Gardening is the act of using your free will to set an intent, then favorable conditions, and then to letting go to let fate do its thing. Isn't gardening then a great metaphor for life?
Furthermore, I have gardened for over 20 years and for some reason this year I have chosen to actually water the garden with a fan sprayer for about an hour each day. I used to have this weird notion that it would make the plants dependent on "artificial sources" of water and they wouldn't grow their roots deep enought to go for the water stored in the ground so I would starve my garden and only give it water when it was showing signs of drought. Now that I give the garden what it needs everyday instead of waiting for it to ask and beg, I can tell you that the garden is doing many times better than in previous years. How's that for a metaphor!!!
I could intend to have the biggest tastiest tomatoes until I am blue in the face, but if I don't plant it first then give the plant what it needs, it's just not gonna happen. And once the seed is planted, well it won't do any good to pull on the plant now will it, it'll grow and ripen when it's nice and ready. Sure you can fertilize, water and feed it with your mojo, just remember, give it time, there is a season for everything.
Working in a garden is hard labor. Hoeing, weeding, planting, watering, more weeding... that is the free will part... and the vegetables and the growing conditions you can call fate. Choosing to have a garden and what to plant in it would then be intent. You can use your free will to be lazy and let the patch get overrun with weeds, and you can choose which plants you let grow and which you don't, but you don't actually grow the vegetables. You couldn't if you wanted to, neither can you make them grow faster. Gardening is basically letting the vegetables do the growing while you work hard at giving them the best conditions in which to develop, and you can only cross your hart and hope that hail or tornadoes, other elements of fate, will not strike. Gardening is the act of using your free will to set an intent, then favorable conditions, and then to letting go to let fate do its thing. Isn't gardening then a great metaphor for life?
Furthermore, I have gardened for over 20 years and for some reason this year I have chosen to actually water the garden with a fan sprayer for about an hour each day. I used to have this weird notion that it would make the plants dependent on "artificial sources" of water and they wouldn't grow their roots deep enought to go for the water stored in the ground so I would starve my garden and only give it water when it was showing signs of drought. Now that I give the garden what it needs everyday instead of waiting for it to ask and beg, I can tell you that the garden is doing many times better than in previous years. How's that for a metaphor!!!
I could intend to have the biggest tastiest tomatoes until I am blue in the face, but if I don't plant it first then give the plant what it needs, it's just not gonna happen. And once the seed is planted, well it won't do any good to pull on the plant now will it, it'll grow and ripen when it's nice and ready. Sure you can fertilize, water and feed it with your mojo, just remember, give it time, there is a season for everything.
