Opportunity

Opportunity blew my way today and landed in my garden. I’d been hoping for it, preparing for it, and pretending it had come when it hadn’t. And today it came. Newly arrived, opportunity was daunting. It dwarfed me and frightened me and threatened to overpower me. Opportunity at first hovered and then landed more solidly than seemingly possible and so claimed my space. It wanted to be All & Everything today. But I was here first. It was my garden. I had let fruits and vegetables and weeds be in my garden and plants that had past their flowering time. I had encouraged wild things to visit my garden. I had fostered possibilities before and I had survived. I had weathered storms. So today I had the courage to let opportunity land as well.  I looked closely at opportunity and saw many sides to it. I saw that opportunity had a seed,  ready to detach. The seed contained change and it was really, really almost ready to move on. Opportunity wanted to change me, but opportunity was ready for change as well. So we needed each other’s support, opportunity and I. I could steady the whispering fibers and help the seed go to plant, and in turn the feathers of change that strummed poetry in the sky could soothe me like a gentle breeze. My weeds would watch the interplay and bear witness, as weeds are so good at doing, and they would be there in the morning for me. Even if the filigree seed’s parachute had moved on.

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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