“I wait.” said the weed. “I have sprouted and grown. I have blossomed, and then seeded, and now I wait for the wind. It is something, this making progress in the state of suspension, this waiting.” I hear you, green life in the desert, and I wait for your seed tufts to harness the wind and alight on a piece of promised soil.
My waiting is an active state of anticipation, hope, doubt, boredom, patience, insight and subsequent loss of focus. Sometimes I feel like I am losing it, and sometimes I feel I’ve nailed it just right. Completely right. This moment is completely right.
Although I’d like to be off, running, flying, doing ANYTHING but waiting, I know it is important. I wait and feel that I truly AM. Internally the action is frenetic, I ping pong from highs and lows as I am unable to settle. I wait for the important thing to come, or the all important loved one to arrive at this place or this moment in time, and so I support, I encourage, I facilitate, I enable.
“All that sounds quite exhausting to contemplate, so I think I’ll stay right here. The breeze will come soon, and my seeds will fly to start a new life.” the weed commented.
My waiting consumes me but I shall wait a few moments more.
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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