i am playing some music (Bocelli) for my Mimosa sensitive plants. i have read some articles about plants and music, but it seems no one is 100% sure if music does help plants grow, as they presumably can’t hear and it is more about the sound waves than anything else.
then some people believe talking to your plants help, and i assume also because of some sort of scientific explanation and not because they respond to your voice and the fact that you care whether they live or die. but then, as i sit here listening to the soothing voice of a talented, blind musician whose life has been drastically changed by music (after being born with poor eyesight and being left completely in the dark after a football accident in his early childhood – “His mother has said that music was the only thing that would comfort him…” http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Andrea_Bocelli) it is not about the effect of the music on my plants, but probably more the effect of the music on me, where it takes my thoughts, where it pushes my belief in its power to assist my seedlings to grow…
the power of music has never been underestimated when it comes to healing, driving passion, inspiration and letting go of our so-called reality…
i do not know if my sensitive plants can hear this man singing or my typing or anything outside of its mini-existence, but i can hear the beauty of this music made by a man who should have lost all hope in the darkness of his circumstances and yet he lives to show that one can reach out and choose to live, choose to shine and be the light, even when one cannot see it. “Widely regarded as both the most popular Italian and classical singer in the world, Bocelli was made a Grand Officer of the Order of Merit of the Italian Republic in 2006, and on March 2, 2010, was honoured with a star on theHollywood Walk of Fame for his contribution to Live Theater.” (extract from Wikipedia article — see link above).
so even though we do not all have the same taste in music, we all know music when we hear it, and so may my plants. they may not hear my kind of music, but they may still “hear” the music of life and beauty and light. we all take what we need from what we are given — sometimes our music may be our children’s laughter, or someone believing in us, or the miracle of the rain falling on a parched heart. music is much like love, we need different kinds of it depending on our moods, situations and needs — not all of us like to be touched by love (my plants will shrink back at any form of touch, they will curl inwards to protect themselves from it) — and as we grow in life and love, we get to know it for what it is and what it is not; we feel it so much differently, we recognize it at a glance, we absorb its silences, we breathe out its disguise.
i remember a slogan of a radio station i used to listen to as a teenager: “If it’s too loud, you’re too old!” we are never too old to be waiting and listening for the footsteps, the whispers, the hidden meanings between the lines, the trembling emotions, the body language that speaks volumes without saying a word; we are never too old to hear love in one small note; we are never too old to grow in a relationship; we are never too old to see what isn’t being shown; we are never too young or too old to dream, to believe in the unprovable.
i am never anything to just sit quietly with my plants, appreciating life for everything it is — in this reverent moment, this miracle of being alive, being able to hear God’s love waves rippling from soul to life.
– skymunki –