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Soul Imprint
Each person selected a pot of African Violet based on their favorite color. Boss A picked up a pot of lavendar African Violet. The secretary picked up a pot of red African Violets. Boss B picked up a pot of pink African Violet. I briefly gave them handling instructions and left their office feeling awesome for adding colors to their office desks and rescuing 3 disposed and orphaned African Violets.
It was 3 months later that I found out they actually did not appreciate my presents. In fact, they left the plants dehyadrated to the point the soil cracked and the leaves were limibing and their pigments discolored. When I discovered the abuse and neglience, I was mad at them for trashing my well-wishes for them. I finally learned that not every person values the act of giving the same way as I do. I was evidently naive. Regardless of my manners, I confiscated all of the African Violets and took them home for personal intensive care.
It's interesting to note how some of my clients like to complain to me that it's difficult for them to practice the art of planting good karmic seeds while on the other hand there is me complaining how difficult it is for me to practice the art of insincerity.
The next day, I went to Home Depot and spent over $20 on a package of African Violet mixed soil and 3 especially designed African Violet pots. I transplanted them and added new soil. Thanks to my 2 months of TLC (tender loving care) rehabilitation program, the plants miraculously resurrected and even bloomed during fall.
I situated all of the African Violets including mine at my bedroom. I looked at them at least once a day everyday. The more I looked at them, the more I noticed how each of them seemed to retain an essence of their previous owner's character. It was almost as though each plant personified their previous owner. Even though they never gave much of a damn about their plants, their plants had somehow retained an imprint of their soul essence while cohabiting in their office for X amount of weeks. I know this sounds crazy but if you were to see them for yourself, you would know what I mean. Each plant had different types of foliage texture and color.
Boss A had the greenest foliage of all. His leaves stood tall and erect. Whenever I looked at the plant, I couldn't help but smile. It tried so hard to poise that confident look by standing head up in the sky. Yet, its leaves were limited and restricted to their small sizes. It was almost like it wanted to outgrow itself just to show off to the world its beauty. But the truth was its small leaves gave away the identity -that this plant is not want it appears to be. To make it more interesting everything about the plant simply reminded me of his mining work in Europe. Diamond shaped leaves. Super dark serious green colored leaves. I guess even the plant knew Boss A was all about his diamond mining. The degree of darkness in its color gave a disillusioned and cunning feeling.
The secretary's plant was cute too. I called it the "Give-Me" plant. Whenever I looked at it, the message that rang in my head was that Save-On-Foods TV commercial, "More...More..." It got numerous fresh green colored leaves like an opened hand with the fingers stretching out widely. It was so like her personality. More... more... more... Give me more fertilizers and vitamin supplements. Give me more water. Give me more love. Her leaves were almost in perfect circular shape which reminded me of her well rounded personality. It gave me a very uplifting feeling forcing me to break a big smile on my face. It was a joy thriller plant!!! Very different from Boss A's boring all about work attitude. 
Boss B's plant.... oh... How should I put this? Honestly, when I took home his plant, I nearly dumped it in the garbage. It had so many deformed and damaged looking leaves. Unlike, Boss A and the secretary's plant, his plant foliage had jagged edge and slightly crippled. Although I trimmed off several damaged leaves, I noticed the baby leaves were growing almost like that too. It was as though this plant suffered from some congenital disorder or some defective genes. Ironically, it was the tallest and had the biggest foliage size compared to the rest. Indeed, Boss B was the tallest member at his office. This plant always projected this gloomy attitude telling me to leave it alone to die and rot on its own. It was so sad. I didn't understand but it was thriving. It was saying to me that it was ugly, deformed and hopeless. It wanted to hide its defects from the world but its size made it impossible to be unnoticeable. It projected a very low self-esteem.
One evening, while doing my routine check before I retired to bed, I notice Boss B's soil was all dried up. Very strange considering I watered all the plants at the same time. Everyone was still damp and moist except for Boss B's. So sad. Always projecting this feeling of telling me to give it up. I finally said to myself while watering it, "If I don't give up on you. You don't give up on me too. If deformity is part of your nature, so be it. We'll just have to make the best out of you." Hmmm.... This only meant the plant needed more patience and aggressive doses of TLC. I wanted it to survive. I didn't want to see any of the plants to die so soon. Not during prime time of their life. Perhaps at least after a year has gone by. I did not want the prayers that I had set out to each plant at the beginning to fade away into thin air.
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