Summary

The author's life experienced a profound shift after relocating a ceramic frog from a palm pot to a central table in their tiny apartment, altering the energy and dynamics of their living space.

Abstract

The author recounts the story of how moving a small ceramic frog from a plant pot to a centrally located table in their apartment led to a significant change in their daily life and perception of their environment. The table, situated in a high-traffic area, serves as a nexus point of energy in the home. Despite never using the table for meals, the author found that the presence of the frog, after cleaning the table and rearranging items on it, created a noticeable shift in the apartment's ambiance. The frog, once overlooked in its previous location, now commands attention with its uplifted gaze, becoming a pivotal element in the author's daily routine and leading to a mysterious yet intense transformation in their reality.

Opinions

The author believes in the concept of energy flow within their living space, particularly around the table where the frog now resides.
The act of cleaning and reorganizing the table, along with the placement of the frog, is seen as a subtle yet impactful way to alter one's environment and personal vibe.
The author suggests that small changes in one's immediate surroundings can lead to significant shifts in perception and daily life, emphasizing the importance of the energy and vibes in a space.
There is a humorous undertone to the author's account, as they describe the frog's transition from a mere decoration to a central figure in their home, likening its impact to a rip in the fabric of time and space.
The author does not explicitly provide a moral to the story, but implies that being mindful of one's surroundings can lead to unexpected and profound personal transformations.

There’s a Frog On My Table

And how it changed everything

When I first moved into my current apartment almost seven years ago I needed some decoration so I bought two ceramic frogs. Both frogs are solid white. One of them is sitting in a lotus position meditating. It looks totally blissed out. It’s hilarious.

The other white frog is simply sitting looking up into the sky (or at me if I am looking down at it). Nothing hilarious. Just a frog.

The meditating frog sits atop a bookcase full of books. The other frog has spent the last almost seven years sitting in a large clay pot that holds a palm tree. Getting a palm tree is always one of the first things one does when moving into a new home, right?

Well, about a week ago, for some inexplicable reason, I took that little froggie out of the palm pot. It was rather dirty so I washed it and dried it. And then I gave it a new place in my home.

My apartment is tiny. There is no dining room but there is a small space between the tiny kitchen and the small living room that is just big enough for a small glass-topped bistro table. This little table I bought for this space was originally intended as patio furniture but it looks and works perfectly for that spot. Given the thousands of houseplants in my apartment, the table fits in excellently.

I did not buy the patio chairs that went with the table, however. Instead I got two short wooden bar stools that could be fully tucked under the table when not in use. When living in tiny quarters inches matter.

The spot where this table sits is the center nexus point of all the energy flowing and swirling through the apartment. You can hold your hands above this table and you can actually feel the heightened energy of the nexus point. It’s pretty cool.

The spot where this table sits also has the busiest traffic. To go from the kitchen to the living room I pass this table. To go from the living room to the kitchen or to my office and bedroom I pass this table. When I take a pee pee break while writing I pass this table on the way to the bathroom. When I open my front door and enter my apartment this table is the first thing I see.

Curiously, I have never once eaten a meal at this table. I never even sit at this table. No, I take my meals on a tray while sitting in my eating chair, which happens to be right next to that aforementioned palm tree. There is something about eating under a palm tree that seems to enhance the eating experience.

I have been horrendously busy over the last three weeks and this has resulted in getting behind on my housecleaning. One day, a week or so ago, I decided to take fifteen minutes out of my schedule to clean something. And what I decided to clean was that table.

For one thing, there was a stack of junk mail sitting on the table. It is just too easy when coming into the apartment after checking the mail or coming home from work or shopping to just toss things on that table. Looking at it, I realized that I could barely even see the table for all the crap on it.

So I tossed the junk mail and put away everything else then I scrubbed that table from head to toe — along with the two stools. When I was done I stood back and looked at the table. On the side of the table closest to the wall there was a houseplant (duh) and in front of the potted plant were two large bowls. One bowl was full of lemons and the other was full of avocados. (Two fruits that I consume on a near-daily basis.)

The more I looked at the now clean table, the more something seemed off. Maybe it was color. The sharp contrast between the yellow of the lemons and the black/green of the avocados needed something to soften the vibes.

That is when I happened to glance over at the palm tree and the little white frog. I pulled the froggie out of the pot and scrubbed it clean then placed it on the table in front of the two bowls of fruit.

It was perfect. All the vibes came back into alignment, so to speak.

So anyway, over the last week I have passed that frog tens of thousands of times. And every time it is looking up at me. I never noticed the frog very much when it was in the potted palm, even though it was right next to my eating chair. Now I can’t help but notice it every time I move about my apartment.

As it turns out this little white ceramic frog has profoundly upended my universe. Time is now measured by ‘before the frog was put on the table’ and ‘after the frog was put on the table.’ This little froggie has ripped a tear in the fabric of time and space. Everything is now different. My life will never be the same. Seriously, my reality is now mysteriously intensely different.

So what’s the moral of this story? I don’t think there really is one. I’m not sure there is even a story. I suppose all I’m pointing out is that little tiny subtle changes in one’s immediate environment can produce colossal change. It’s all about the energy and the vibes.

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