I see you little weed seed! You are just barely visible, but if I concentrate the picture of you gets stronger with each moment. The fog that was surrounding me, obscuring you from my sight, is beginning to lift.
I see you have gotten tangled up in some thorns. That is the way in this wild world of ours, there are thorns everywhere. Some we can use to our advantage: as a perch, a handhold, or a hook upon which to string something brilliant. And sometimes, of course the thorns trip us up, entangle us and slow us down. They hurt us with unintended sharpness and betray our vision of who we are. We gasp in shock as if to say, “How dare you!”
Not all sharp things are bad, though. So keep your chin up little weed seed! Be brave. You are fortunate to be stuck on this sheltered thorn so now you can take a look around at your surroundings and plot your next move. The winds will blow you away from your hidden spot soon enough.
You are the weed seed of an idea, a possibility, a beginning that has yet to come, a dream waiting for sleep.
Your name is IF.
I hope to see you again soon, on the wind!
Please come back tomorrow for a new “Weed Image of the Day” and let me know which ones you like.
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