I see a mystery tightly wound, its secret protected by impenetrable thorns. There are silken threads woven in and out, further protecting that which lies at the center from being disturbed.
And what is inside? For a thistle, it is the future and the culmination of all its hard work, its struggles and tenacious efforts to thrive, to dazzle its admirers, to attract bees and pollination and to repel invaders and thereby protect its young and its youth. Inside is the nugget of truth.
My life and my days are all mysteries, and I find myself constantly wondering what is contained int the nugget of truth within. But often I don’t arrive at the center of things in time to see what is really there. There are thorns and layers of complications in life that prevent me away from eagerly opening up the presents of each new day. Instead I practice patience while I keep my eyes open in order to witness the blossoming and unfolding of life’s mysteries in the due time that was intended.
So I think I shall slow down and recognize the journey for what it is. A mystery to be enjoyed, not solved! Thank you dear Thistle!
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.