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I would never have guessed that I would write about plant consciousness.

A few months ago I entered a facility for the aged — a very nice place, but with small quarters. I hesitated about a large potted plant — a ficus tree in a bucket left behind by another owner who had passed away. The tree seemed to be on its last leg and I wondered about trashing it.

After a bit of time, I found it was nice to have the living tree near by my reading chair. For some reason, I began to talk to it. Living alone, the talking part — an outlet for me — became a friendship. As I talked more and more, the tree began to take on new life. It actually perked up!

Talking was therapeutic for me, but suddenly the plant took on a new vitality and seemed to express through its own consciousness. I am in awe of the relationship that has developed between the ficus and myself.

It is real…it is nurturing…and I find myself in deep appreciation.

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