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NICHOLAS BOOTHMAN
be okay," she'd say to a droopy bit. When she touched
the fuzzy leaves of one plant, it felt so soft it pulled her
away from her thoughts.
A while later, Billie sank onto a small folding stool,
her hands still slightly damp with the smell of soil
clinging to her skin. Looking at her tiny balcony
garden, bursting with life and color, she felt a sense of
peace. This is where calm takes root.
She picked a basil leaf and inhaled its peppery
smell. Then plucked a ripe, red cherry tomato and
popped it in her mouth. It burst with sweetness. Just
those little things. Sometimes that’s all you need.
Billie learned a valuable lesson.
A tiny balcony, a few pots of soil, and the simple act
of nurturing life are a powerful antidote to the stresses
of modern life—and a direct route to cultivating calm.
Turns out our brains are screaming for green
amidst the grey. So, find your green, even if it's just a
single, fragile seedling unfolding on your windowsill.
Plant something. Anything. Let the simple act of
nurturing life remind your heart what peace feels like,
one green shoot at a time, right there in your own little
sanctuary.
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