I am my own being and a unique member of a group. In that group I am separate and apart and together. I stand with my friends in the day and the night, sharing soil and rain and sun and wind. I am different from the others, and so my skin may not catch every dew drop arranged in neat lines the same way their skin does. If I should decide to grow low and clumping instead of tall and lean, we will progress differently but remain kindred spirits. We can grow into each others’ experiences and learn from them. We can rub up against one another and feel ourselves touching something different and separate from ourselves, as we reach beyond the familiar and towards exciting unknown territory. We can welcome and forgive each others’ differences.
Sometimes I look at you and I do not understand your jokes, your similar shared stances and the unspoken language that you all use. It can make me feel set apart. But if I am thinking wisely I take another look and see beyond the differences, to the acceptance and the things we share in common. Each new blade of grass can teach me to appreciate a different way of being. And as strange as it may seem, once I am aware of our differences, I can become even more cohesive with all my friends, as we are all touched by the same morning dew.
By touching and living with and interacting with others who are different from ourselves, we further define and appreciate our own uniqueness. We can welcome and forgive each others differences. Once we’ve done that, we can become better members of the group. Vive le difference!
Thank you dear weeds for sharing your dew drops of wisdom with me today.
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.