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.