Cultivate Love

Once upon a time I knew a money tree sprig, it lived in a china mug and its roots had a bed of soil like dust, it lived in a shared house and was always being tossed about in the waves of the house, each time it fell, it’s old dust was collected and the sprig was put back into the delicate china and its dust was too.

Then one day, I picked it up and said ‘No, this isn’t good enough’.

I decided to nurture it, I chose to cultivate love.