I almost missed you today.
The wind was whipping me to and fro. I felt like I had no control over my direction or my aim, or even my thoughts because they were so occupied with trying to stand up against the winds. I kept trying to reach you. I’d been wanting to hold you and kiss you all day, but forces greater than I were tearing me away from you.
And when I looked for you, hoping that I’d gotten close enough to connect with you, I saw that you were at the mercy of the wind as well. I was disappointed, and I tried harder and harder to get your attention, but your face kept turning away.
I’m sorry that I thought about myself so much, and not enough about you. I know now that the wind was pushing and tossing you just as hard as it was roughhousing me. So from that moment of realization, in a momentary stilling of the wind, I saw that I should aim for you, move towards you, time my struggles so that they would become dance steps towards you. And when we connected, when my kiss finally made it to your lips, it was like the calm in a storm. Our embrace and kiss took me home, cocooned and understood and centered.
Mustard grass weed flowers must work hard at their relationships, for they are always at the mercy of the wind.
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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