From the Desert to the Sea

“Oh, to be massaged by the currents, by the swells and waves. Oh, to be tickled by the fishes and the eels. I can almost hear the pounding surf, and the sea gulls’ sharp cries far above. I can live in sand, I can withstand harsh winds and the sun that never hides in shade. Oh, how I long to bathe in the cool dark sea! I want to be sea grass.”

In the desert, weeds have a lot of time to dream. Tormented, stifled and bent by the sun and wind, they dig down deep for inner strength and inspiration. This one feels in kind with sea grass for all their similarities and longs for all the differences as well.  Were it not for the disappearance of the ancient sea, this desert grass would have its dream realized. Is it then a memory? What mysteries weeds see! Yes weed, indeed.

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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