We lowly weeds reach for the sky always, dogged and determined to get there. We reach as high as we can, striving, always striving for recognition, always moving forward. But a most important step on our journey is one that veers from the forward moving path. Take one step away to pause for a moment and look at where we are, who we are with, and where we are headed.
I had a moment today when my present faded into my past. I visited with someone dear to me and as we communed in the sun and enjoyed the sights and sounds of birds and trees, simple joyful things, I became acutely aware of how tenuous our grasp on the present is, and how quickly time slips into the past. I looked around and saw what lay before me: my present company, the breeze that cooled us both, the blue sky and the scents of roses. That moment of reflection revealed a picture of what would one day be the past. As we were warmed by the sun, it struck me with a flash that our present moment would become a memory that I would cherish. And so with that sudden perception I listened ever closer to my companion. I put aside my own concerns, and lost myself in the moment.
Once noted, moments of simple awareness become the bookmarks in the tale of a life. I hope we acknowledge, notice and appreciate those moments and our partners in them, lest we lose our way. We will ache to remember them one day.
With all that they are, weeds say, “Time slips by. Please don’t forget me.”
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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