I need not fancy clothes or fast cars. I need not gourmet meals or vintage wines. I need not cultivated gardens or elaborately landscaped grounds. A field of weeds has so much to offer me. I choose the wild things and I’ll let them do as they please.
Just give me the essentials and I will be truly grateful simply to be alive. This life is a gift that delights me with its every day dawning and setting; the run rising and setting, and the moon and stars in the sky. I know I am among millions that have gazed at the sky and wondered at my fortune to be able to witness their wonders. I am so small in my place. My lucky, treasured place.
Humbled and with eyes open to wonder, I look at a weed, stripped down to its bare form. With no distractions the weed presents its sharp points with honesty and directness. It does not ask for acceptance. It simply is. And in that “being” it is free. What a privilege I feel to be able to see weeds, and feel the sting of recognition and connection with them. I am liberated!
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.