There was a tear. I felt it on my cheek in the grey of a morning that was struggling to get free of the cold grip of night. There was a tear but it is gone now. Only the salty tracks are left, a faint memory on my face and I cannot quite recall what might have caused my eye to weep. Was it a dream? Was it sadness? Joy? Is there a part of me, the sleeping part, that knows something that my awakened self does not yet realize?
This day and this tear may be the beginning of my new dawn. My dreaming self was longing for something, a love, a closeness, a touch. But as I stand and watch the dawn I see that I had not lost anything. The dawn is illuminating what I have had all along, and what I shall treasure today. Beautiful life. And beautiful loves to hug and listen to and visit with. My tear is reflecting the joy I have that is as precious as a dew drop at dawn to a thirsty weed.
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.