A Tale of 4 Tomato Plants: How Stories Can Change

Post by Jo Anna Rothman.

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A Tale of 4 Tomato Plants: How Stories Can Change

I grew tomatoes this year. That may not seem like a big deal to some folks, but for me: HUGE!

You see, I used to kill things. Plant type things. At least that is what told myself. I had plenty of evidence to back it up. I would get caught up in myself and forget to water it. Or I would get way too into taking care of it and water it all the time. Sometimes, no matter what I did, they would just die. I gave up. No more plants for me. I wasn’t responsible enough…I couldn’t follow through. That was the story and I was sticking with it. Or had stuck with it, until this summer.

These days, I have a yard. It’s not big but it is loaded. Roses. Wisteria. Butterfly bushes. Hydrangeas. It’s vegetation aplenty. Thankfully, you don’t have to do much to keep these suckers alive. They seem to manage very well with benign neglect on my end and the gentle touch of the amazing woman who mows my lawn. But nevertheless, they were growing.

Then the tomato plants showed up outside the Earthfare. Hybrids. Heirlooms. All my favorites. I wanted them something fierce. But the story. The same one. I kill things. I’m not responsible. I can’t have tomato plants. It rocketed around my head for a few days. But desire showed up too…and it was just as loud. The YES. The NO. Everything in between. Until, I did what I do best…impulse shop. Before I knew it 4 plants were in my cart on their way to the checkout stand.

Within days, I was in love. I placed them on my porch and spent time with them. I watered them. Talked to them. Crumpled up egg shells and put them in the soil. They grew. Actually grew. They weren’t dying. They weren’t wilting. I wasn’t putting my head in the sand when things got busy. I showed up. Even when I didn’t want to. Even when I was feeling tired or lazy. I took care of those plants.

When those tiny baby tomatoes first formed, it seemed like a miracle. I had been spinning this story about how irresponsible I was for a very long time. It had been so long, that I forgot it was a story. I looked around my world to see where else that story had interjected itself…all the times I bowed out of doing something because I didn’t think I had the fortitude to make it happen. The fear that would rise up when it came time to show up day after day…and the stories I would attach to it. But here I was, showing up in the little ways that mattered. That old story wasn’t true. These plants proved that.

I poked around some more…the stories began to fall away. The ones that told me what I could and couldn’t do. The thing that fascinated me the most was that I was doing it. Whatever, I told myself was impossible I was doing. I let myself struggle through it because of some old tale I was wrestling with. But I was showing up. I was writing. Connecting. Coaching. Conjuring. I was doing it. The only thing left was to recognize it. That and enjoy the fruits of my labor.

I’m Jo Anna. Jo Anna Rothman, MA if you are being fancy. I’m a Wizardess of love. Mistress of change. Conjurer of Electric Creative Wholeness.

I am here to invite and inspire you to live the best human experience ever. I connect folks to their soul, their purpose, their absolute and amazing joy. I coach. I write. I facilitate the amazing Receiving Project.  Most of all, I have a damn good time!

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