Watering the weeds, (negative thought), causes them to grow. Before you know it, all that attention, becomes a tremendous field, thick with tall, rough leafed, razor edged plants, a wall of angry weed. The begonias, peonies, baby’s breath, gardenia, basil, watercress, lemongrass and anise is all but obliterated. Some thrash, rent a rototiller, sweat, moan and fight, or lay down dark cloth, shrouding the now immense field of rotting thought in darkness, waiting for dank denial to take its course. Lack of sunlight causes the weeds to fester and the smell overwhelms. What if you invoke a field of bluegrass, see the sunflowers rising toward the light and turning over soil, believe, insist that the turnips, cornflowers, fuschia, chamomile thrive? Patience, love and a firm hand is an honest day’s work. What if you roam the earth, shields up, hearts open, pulling the weeds, before they root? Grow your positive intention? Tend your garden.