Blue Dreams in Verdant Green

I hid today in a field of green. I laid low and did not draw attention to myself. I blended in, I masked my face. My camouflage did the trick and so I was able to be unseen for the moments when it mattered, when I needed to overhear the whispered dreams of those who spoke in jeweled green tones. I witnessed the magic in the ordinary green. I heard the blue dreams of emerald eyed wispy fairies as they spoke to each other through the ferns and the grasses. I heard and understood the fairies as they wished to be solid for longer than a second, and as they wished to linger in one spot without fear of being caught. How beautiful and sad are little fairies, that they have such powers and magic, yet they become bound by their talents.

Perhaps that’s how it is with all of us who’ve become defined, though we strive daily to rebel against definition and the ties that bind us firmly to our determined identity. Perhaps our talents and our strengths have poured our essence into molds we never thought we’d fit into. My posture today was small, and that allowed me to gather forces larger than myself, using the spirit of the fairies’ blue dreams to wash over me. I wanted to make the wishes come true for the dear fairies, but how? “Be bold”, I thought. “I shall raise my flowered head above the grasses and no longer will I blend in, my blueness will be strong!” I stood up tall, and then from around me, others did the same, so in a matter of moments, there now stood proudly, jewels of blue hope in the verdant sea of green. And the fairies smiled when they saw us.

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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