When the feelings of dismay or confusion, anger, fear or disappointment threaten to boil over and scald my spirit, please dear foxtail friend, lend me your ear. I need to get the words out with no fear of recrimination, no stoppage, no censorship. It is you I need, and your listening ear, to ease the pressure I feel from keeping those poisoned thoughts bottled up. They must come out and we may witness a wordy torrent of destruction, but I know you will stay by my side and we will both be safe..
Somehow, when I hear my worries voiced and carried on the open air towards you, the meaning and sense that had somehow eluded me suddenly dangles in front of me, clear as day. It is your strength and willingness to be open minded dear friend, that is my salvation. We may be very different, you and I. But if I am curled and dried up from my struggle with distress or anger, you have a way of soothing me with feathery words that stroke away the pain. When we connect, the colors in my world become as bright as watercolors in a picture book and I feel at home. For this I am eternally grateful.
I wish for you my dear weed loving friends, that you have a friend as supportive and soothing as this foxtail is to this dried and gnarled fiddle neck. It is such sweet release to voice our concerns to a kindred spirit and have our worries be soothed in kindness. There is true beauty and love in that relationship.
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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