My eyes are on the tangles, the forces that interrupt, the sticks that bump and budge and intertwine, that cut off each other from being free. Why must there be forces that interfere? Can I simply grow straight and tall and seek the sunlight on my own terms?
I do see the clear horizon on the distance so I know that it exists. It’s just that on some days the mess we have created obscures our long range vision. All we can see are the tangles and not the bigger picture.
Perhaps some pruning is in order. Take away a little confusion, eradicate the resentment, eliminate the blame. Yes! Pruning is great, now how about some fertilization? I shall add some listening, some quiet, some peace, some understanding.
Ah! A fresh breeze is heading my way. And now I can feel the winds from the north, and the winds from the south and I can tell the difference. I will grow tall – maybe not always straight, but I can live with a little bend now and again, and be strengthened as I go round the curve.
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.