There once was a weed seed that had a big idea. The seed did not know it of course, for in the beginning, the seed was not even self aware. The weed seed had a mind, and in that mind was a seed of an idea. So the weed seed had a mind seed: to grow a weed from seed. Its mind was swirling, half formed thoughts in a dewy fog. There was no certainty what would evolve, but there was no other option other than to be calm and let go, for the weed seed was at its beginning and had never seen beyond its current point. Its mind was gearing up to take the seed on a ride, gathering forces of nutrients and strength for the leap. The weed mind whispered “Trust in me, trust in powers never before seen, trust in what you do not understand, trust in mystery. Trust… trust.” The weed seed trusted.
And then it sprouted. It made connections, it threw up rocks, boulders really, bigger that itself. It pushed aside the earth and stared up at the fiery sun. It grew stronger and grew taller, bit by minute bit. Like the weed seed, we store our potential inside us until the fog clears and, thanks to the clarity of daylight, our role becomes clear. Our inner voices start to make sense if we free ourselves to go with the flow. In case there was any doubt, any at all, let me say, “Weeds do inspire the hippie in me, yes they do!”
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.