The memories are attacking me and I don’t want them to. Onward they march heavy-footed, dark, thorny and foreboding. They are tall and thick and they threaten to block out the light. I see them approach and my only defense is to flee. So I run away and flit from here to there, never able to rest in one spot for fear that they will find me. I seek out sunny spots and joyful places with things that make me happy. I seek out shiny objects to distract me: dew, butterflies, dandelion tufts, candied seeds.
But then I resolve, I must be strong. I can face those memories and when I do I will be stronger and I will get past them. If I continue to run my anxiety will never subside. But to face them head on, that is a challenge. So I run back and circle around them, testing their sharpness and the sting of their thorns. I duck under green leaves to observe their patterns of movent, and then I stand and face them. And so I learn.
Take hold of the noxious weeds that threaten you and pull with both hands, gloved in leather, and pull, pull with all your might. You can clear your mind by tugging those weeds out of the worrying spot they’ve found and tossing them aside.
Please come back tomorrow for a new “Weed Image of the Day” and let me know which ones you like. Happily, today I celebrate Blog Post #365!
We and our weeds are so much more than what we first appear to be.