HOUSEPLANTS AND MY BELOVED MONSTERA

People often speak of the monstera as a “monster,” but that is far from the truth. In reality, it is a beautiful plant that not only decorates the home, but also helps us breathe by producing oxygen.

For it to delight us with its beauty, it needs care—and, of course, conversation. Many people never speak to their houseplants, and that is a pity. Like all living things on our planet, they need kindness and attention.

I love propagating monstera and often grow new cuttings in ordinary glass jars. I enjoy watching tiny roots appear, seeing the young plants gradually gain strength and establish themselves.

I love speaking to water, because water, as many believe, carries memory and energy. So I often fill it with words of love for my plant. I like seeing how it welcomes its new home and grows stronger and more powerful with time. As it spreads, the monstera generously enriches the air with oxygen, adding its own unique presence to the atmosphere of my home.

With its magnificent carved leaves, monstera creates a feeling of comfort indoors. Some people think it grows too quickly and belongs only in a country house. But I am convinced there can never be too much of this wonderful tropical vine in a home.

When monstera lives in a house, it brings a special kind of magic—something close to being in touch with nature itself. It awakens a subtle feeling of unity with all living things. Everything alive in this world is connected and indivisible.

Of course, like any plant, an evergreen vine needs care: timely watering, proper temperature, enough sunlight, humidity, and support. Its leaves should also be wiped free of dust with a soft damp cloth or sponge.

Yet all these small acts of care bring joy. The great beautiful leaves of monstera almost seem to invite conversation. It is not only a grateful and patient listener, but somehow attentive and responsive too. And strangely enough, it can become lonely as well.

I want to emphasize once again: everything around us is alive. First come animals, insects, and plants—then everything else. And this is one of the miracles life gives us.

Be aware of it, value it, and enjoy life together with plants. Your heart will become even happier—I am sure of it.

It may sound simple, but it remains true: for a home to feel truly alive, it should have at least one green plant. In my home, there are around forty.

I do not keep flowers especially, but some cacti and other plants bloom once or twice a year. Those rare moments of flowering are like little miracles. I consciously chose the path of growing green plants, and over the years their number has reached forty. Everything has become harmonious and tangible on some delicate level. My home is not merely inhabited—it lives, even when no one is there.

Love your plants, speak to them, and they will surely answer with beauty, comfort, and a quiet kind of love.