Fiddleneck And Wish
Fiddleneck And Wish

“You were loved when you were just a twinkle in your Daddy’s eye.” the Mama whispered to her sleeping child she held in her arms. “I wished for you since I was a girl, and when you were born, my wish came true.” These are words of love, acceptance and joy, that, once heard, become magical wings for the soul and a purifying tonic for the heart. A pure heart knows how to hold onto a wish or a prayer and nurture it for years, as many as it takes until that wish comes true and the prayer is answered. And how does a heart stay pure? With acceptance and loving support, that’s how.

I look at this baby Fiddleneck weed, just three inches high and I wonder about the wish that it holds by wings made of silken strands. Did the wish land upon the weedling at the time of sprouting, and then as the baby weed grew, weed and wish together became elevated, a higher up towards the sky, and offered up to the breeze? Or, did the weedling, still in its childhood stages get lucky and pluck the wish out of the air as it floated by? The beginning is such an exciting part!

What smiled upon these two, that they should come together in serendipity? What wish will be granted when the seed takes root?

I think I shall never know the answer unless it is simply love; love in the universe, love in Nature, love in God. Love in the twinkle of a father’s eye, and love in a mother’s embrace.

Love deeply, my weed friends and let your love become magic for someone dear to you.

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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