An impromptu angel idea to stop at the fairgrounds weekly flea market didn't seem like a hit. It was late, the vendors would be packing up. The chances of finding a ripe watermelon weren't likely...but just for fun we went. It had been a long time.
The grounds were mostly vacant, the shoppers long gone, but a floral vendor had a beautiful selection of $15 large rose bushes. The old-fashioned, sweet smelling kind like Grandma had grown in her garden. Although tempted, I wasn't up to digging deep in sandy soil. So I went for a little $5 peace plant. Those tall white blooms stuck out as if broadcasting peace. It must have been so because walking the grounds, everyone smiled our way as I carried the little peace plant waving in the breeze.
At home, our peace plant held its peace on the mantle by the TV set for several weeks. Then suddenly, it didn't. It happened overnight. Drooping leaves, flowers bowed down low. I had neglected to plant it in a new pot. When I popped the Peace Plant out of its plastic pot, what a pitiful sight. The whole plant was consumed by thick white roots, binding it round and round, with no room to grow. I asked the plant to forgive me and ran to the store for potting soil. Before long, it was in a terracotta pot with fresh soil, and plenty of room to stretch out. What a happy sight when the peace plant was restored in less than hour. Leaves shiny like new, peace broadcasting on white cupped microphones. Peace. Peace. Peace.
I got the angel message...sometimes we have to give peace a chance. To make more room in our heart space for it to be rooted and grow in forgiveness and loving kindness. The angels are here to help us when we ask.
Love and peace,
Rae Karen

