“I am not big. I am not dramatic. I am not notable. But I can feel things, and some things I feel are for others, not even myself. I am not entitled to show sorrow at someone else’s pain, I think, and so I will hold back my tears. I will cup sorrow in my heart, I will let the pain sharpen my thorns, I will contain tears in my face, I will not let them drop. For to cry would seem to so selfish, drawing attention to myself, and why do that? The sorrow I feel is empathy, and I am lucky to feel it. I am blessed with the soul of such capacity for feeling. On some days, I want to cry, on others – and mostly I have those other days, I want to laugh and jump and sigh with delight. To have the low keening pain allows me to soar to giddy heights and enjoy life more intensely.”
Weeds can be so honest.
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.