My journey had been rough. Up and down many paths with rough turns, stops and starts, boulders, mud and dips in the way. My progress had been erratic, seemingly illogical. But there was an element of modern music to it, and improvised dance. I was freed of the need for choreography, no sequences or rules to follow, no constraints. I could flow free – as free as I felt compelled to go. Surprise was my friend as every new corner that I turned revealed a new world. Although I travelled alone, I met many companions along the way. Usually they stayed in their spot, happy to be rooted and see the same daily patterns of sunrise and sunset. I provided a welcomed diversion and interrupted the series of days that hazily blend into one another after too long in one spot. On my journey I was treated to new sights and sounds which gave my travels extra spice.
And then, the wind died. My music stopped, and I suddenly realized I was tired. I wanted shelter and felt that I too wanted to be rooted in one spot again. The tall stout stems of the grove of weeds supported me and sheltered me in their midst. I was welcomed.
So today, here I stay. It is sweet, this moment of rest on a foggy morning when everything is calm and without shadow. When the sun rises in the morrow, we shall see what mood strikes me. Shall I move on? Or shall I stay for a while longer? The the answer will be my adventure to discover tomorrow.
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.