What an amazing, authentic way to remind ourselves, and teach our children that our words and thoughts are one of the most powerful gifts we have.

The WholeHearted Mind.

Not long ago, I read a story about a distant island where villagers would gather around wooded areas and utter curses until the trees fell one by one. The land, thus cleared, would be used for their settlements.

Can this be possible? Can your words be wielded as swords? What else could your words do?

My children and I set out to test this theory. Our scientific question was this:

Is it possible to alter the rate of growth of plants by exposing / speaking “good” and “bad” words to them?

On January 2nd, 2012 we setup our experiment as follows:

  • We took three clear plastic cups and wrote a set of words on each cup.

1) “Love” and “Thankyou”

January 2, 2012. Our three cups with three seeds.

2)”Stupid” and “Idiot”

3)Control with no words(please click on picture for a full view)

  • Wet paper towels were placed in each cup.We took three…

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Choose Happiness

I sometimes get caught up in the push and pull of life. The demands that I put on myself and, in-turn, exert onto my family; my kids.

As I run around the dinner table, cleaning, serving… anything other than eating, I wonder why my kids aren’t sitting still to eat their dinner…. Duh, why would they if I’m not?

Tonight, Luke had an especially hard time transitioning to bed. He said, “I am so unhappy Mommy. You never let me DO anything!” He dove his head into the pillow,  bursting into tears.

Wow. I dropped everything to sit on the edge of his bed. “Lets talk, okay?” Luke’s bleary-eyed face slid out from under the pillow, “Okay.”

“Listen,” I said, “I believe the Universe gives us energy. We get to CHOOSE what we do with it. So, that means we have a choice to be happy or sad.”

“But being happy is SO hard!” Luke whined. I thought to myself, he can’t be serious?! He’s a 5-year-old kid who has almost everything he has ever asked for (…hey we don’t have room for a pony, sue me.)

We sat in his room and practiced being happy. Smiling like crazed lunatics on a Skittles high.

Finally ready to rest his head on the pillow, we said our blessings and told God that we chose to use the energy provided to us for happiness.

What a HUGE concept for an adult let alone a 5-year-old boy!

So I ask you, Do you think that happiness is a choice? Or is it dictated by the external influences of your day? Do you think “happiness” something you can teach?

Laugh hard. Love strong. Live to serve.


Kimberly Crawford