Tuesday’s Weed pulls herself up and is determined to make a difference. She went back to work yesterday and got a bit prickly, unhappy with the resistance she’d felt. But…
Monday’s weed goes back to work and gets thorny. The weekend’s respite from scratching to make a living and move forward ended way too soon, and so you get all…
I need not fancy clothes or fast cars. I need not gourmet meals or vintage wines. I need not cultivated gardens or elaborately landscaped grounds. A field of weeds has…
When the feelings of dismay or confusion, anger, fear or disappointment threaten to boil over and scald my spirit, please dear foxtail friend, lend me your ear. I need to…
I hold the tears back. They well up in swollen lakes behind my eyes, in my throat and in my heart. If I let the tears fall I know they…
I see you little weed seed! You are just barely visible, but if I concentrate the picture of you gets stronger with each moment. The fog that was surrounding me,…
We see others struggle and we know that we can too. Others work hard, sweat and cry as their trials test them to the point where they either break or…
Today is a day that feels shiny fresh and new. When I awoke this morning and shook off the soil from my head I stretched and uncoiled with great excitement,…
Please let me always wonder at the magnificent mercy of our existence and the higher power that brought it to be. Lord, may my eyes be open to the signs…
The Stinging Nettle, or Urtica dioica, was called the Ouchie Plant at our house, when our kids were young and I had no time for weed research. At first look,…
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