We’ve all seen her – the blonde in the convertible. With envy we look upon her, and no matter how glorious the day, how handsome her companion, how spirited and positive the tunes on the radio, we cannot help but be jealous. So we see the faults. We see how her hair escapes its style, how it whips at her mouth, tangles up above her head, and frankly looks a bit silly. We see her attempts at composure that fall short. We watch as her hands grasp her locks in vain efforts to control them. We note how she needs to shout to be heard, and we think we are better off with our windows shut. Our envy has made us see only that which will not topple our self esteem.
But, if we have ever been that girl in the convertible (even if not blonde, that’s fine), if we have ever felt the exhilaration of the wind and the freedom from the safety restraints of roof and window, then hopefully we will remember that the thrill is very – much – worth the tousled look. The liberating feeling of tossing one’s mane into the wind, and having it course wildly behind is to be as free as a horse or a unicorn galloping fast on the beach through the surf or across the meadow, spraying a wake of wildflower blossoms behind. Free. Free. Free.
A bit of mess is well worth the freedom and the temporary flight above normalcy that open air travel on a road trip affords us. There is beauty in the feeling, even if the form does not reflect it. So smile at that blonde, and be her sister, not the one filled with envy.
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.