An elderly woman had just moved into her new residence. She saw only after she made a deal with the real estate agent, A vine climbing up the windows. It was rotted, and seemed impossible to nurture any further.
She went chopping away at it, “Why are these weeds popping up again and again?” They weren’t actual weeds. In fact the home had been abandoned for a while. A mistress, a wife and Man lived here. The mistress was their maid, the Couple were the towns’ biggest legal attorneys.
The wife had given up on her marriage, left her home, soon after the husband decided to sell the home also. Unaware that each time something in the relationship died, so did the lawn, the flowers, the nature of the home begin to rot.
The old lady screamed at the way her lawn begin to wither and die and the way the weeds begin to flourish around her windows. She reached out to the realtor with no answer, complaining that the home might be cursed.
She chopped and they grew right back, she chopped and they grew just as much. She mowed it with weed poisoning and an eater. Finally she let it be. She fell to her knees as the lightning began to flash and clouds began to row.
As the rain fell against the windows of her home, the sun begin to shine, flowers began to blossom. Her eyes began to wonder, soon after she had built an entire garden of various roses, flowers and spreads.
She opened a nearby floral shop to share her blessings with the world. People came to her for spiritual healing and her unique floral arrangements that appeared to be so fresh every time.
What is the moral of the story?
Moral of the story is an intuition tool. It’s an eye opener, to everyone it has different meaning. What’s yours, I welcome you to share your thoughts also.