I Wait

Weeds are simple things. Their problems may loom large in their world and they have no power to solve them, so they must be patient. These weeds wait, dangling, suspended and dancing in the mountain air that alternately chills and heats the mountain top. They wait under clouds that come and go and sun that shines and fades, until the next move comes clearly their way.

“I wait, suspended between asking a question and receiving the answer. I hang around, making myself available, hoping to be noticed. The breeze blows and I sway, my thoughts in disarray. If I were like stone my wait would be unmarked by seasons or growth, by fancy or the dance of seasons that distract.”

“The answer shall come soon, and I shall wait, for I accept that is the best course to take, rooted as I am in this spot.” Weeds may be simple, but wisdom can be found in simple places. Thanks you mountain weeds!

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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