Mr. Basil Plant, and His Feng Shui Contributions

On day one, we went to a toy store at Wanda Plaza, and I decided to buy a plant in a can. It was pretty much just a can full of dirt with a packet of seeds taped to the bottom. I chose violet seeds. My seeds started growing after two days. There were only five sprouts. After a week, there was only one. He kept growing though.

First appearance of my plant (at 1o'clock).

First appearance of my plant (at 1o’clock).

Mr. Basil emitting Yang energy in my room.

Mr. Basil emitting Yang energy in my room.

According to feng shui, the southwest corner of the house should have an orange tree. The southwest corner of our apartment was in my room, but I didn’t have an orange tree. My violet plant was the next best thing. I watered it once every two days and made sure it got enough sun by the window. I also gave it some time under my desk lamp for extra yang energy.

After a while studying feng shui, I realized that my bedroom was a bad place for a plant. Plants contain a lot of yang energy, which is bad for sleep. My room should be a quiet, calm place with a little more yin energy. I knew I had to get my plant out of my room ASAP. I moved him out to the living room. There he stayed for about a week. During this time, I realized he wasn’t happy. The blinds were always closed so he couldn’t get any sunlight. Wei Laoshi, our language teacher, also always felt the need to pull his leaves off whenever she visited. She also knocked him four feet to the floor once. I also couldn’t enjoy my plant while I was in my room. I knew I had a decision to make. Either I go the rest of my time in Shanghai without enjoying my plant, or I disrupt the balance of yin and yang energy in my room. After a couple days of tough consideration, I decided to move Mr. Plant back into my room. I would just do other things to make up for the bad feng shui move, such as keeping my room clean to avoid blocking the chi with trash and dirty clothes.

In October, my plant surprised me once again. I was sitting there on my laptop with my violet plant on my desk next to me when I had a major realization. My plant didn’t look anything like a violet plant. It’s looked and smelled like basil. It was a basil plant! Five minutes on Wikipedia confirmed my suspicion. I guess false advertisement is okay here in China, even outside the fake market. I decided I would love my basil plant just as much as when I thought he was a violet plant.

Mr. Basil on my desk having a good time and increasing the chi flow.

Mr. Basil on my desk having a good time and increasing the chi flow.

Adult Mr. Basil some time around day 100.

Adult Mr. Basil some time around day 100.

Mr. Basil continued to grow throughout October and November. Hermoine, one of the UC students, took care of him while I was away in Beijing and Chengdu. Anne took care of him while I was in Zhangjiajie. It was a team effort to keep this behemoth basil alive. He ate all of the dirt out of his can so I had to steal some out of the dinosaur egg flowerbeds by Wujiaochang. His limbs got to long so Hermoine and Emily used meat skewers to hold them up. Then it started flowering and dropping petals all over the place. Although the basil plant was putting more and more yang energy into the air, my sleep cycles got better and better. I feel like Mr. Basil brought a calming influence to my room, even though he was turning into a giant green monster. In a room of sharp edges, white walls, and metal railings, Mr. Basil’s organic aliveness was much appreciated. Maybe my room did have too much yin energy to start out with, and Mr. Basil was helping balance it. Maybe I am thinking too much into it.

I will miss you! Enjoy the rest of your life with Hermoine!

I will miss you! Enjoy the rest of your life with Hermoine!

 

Mr. Basil was a fun little project that taught me about responsibility and caring for another living thing while studying abroad. I feel like I am ready to raise a son now. I feel Mr. Basil brought a lot of joy and yang energy to our group.

 

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