The weed heart intentions are unfurling. The tightly wound plans packed deep inside have initiated their journey. Whether the journey shall be one of exploration or conquest, or perhaps simply of experience, each tendril has been imbued with purpose. Not aware even of instinct, there is great peace is the clear duty that each cell has. There is great freedom in following orders, in not being the master who drives the machine.
When we uncurl, we experience relief and expansion and growth. We experience freedom and the possibilities of new directions. We dream. I wish for you today to be a weed, uncurling your tendrils.
Please come back tomorrow for a new “Weed Image of the Day” and let me know which ones you like.
We and our weeds are so much more than what we first appear to be.
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I had a hard time choosing between the dandelion and the thistle. I love thistles, but the dandelions feed me back. Yet, I have a funny feeling I could probably find something besides being beautiful for the thistle. The neighbors hate me because I love the weeds. Another one I love is milkweed!
No one should hate you because you love something. I love thistles because Eeyore ate them in spite of them being so thorny. They are so fierce, and yet the color of their blossoms says that they like to show off. Dandelions are quite wonderful, but they have so many fans already. I’m always rooting for the underdog. I’m gonna have to keep my eyes open for milkweed. It has the look of a cultivated plant, with a little more stage presence than a common weed. Hmmmm. so fun!
Well, around here the thistles are also vital to the goldfinch…which waits to nest until the thistles bloom because it depends upon them to build their nest…plus they eat the seeds.
: )