“Have faith,” I tell myself when I’m feeling down. “A hug is just around the corner.” So much in life is uncertain and we have no control over what will cross our path. The anxiety over that can lead us to distraction, and lessen our ability to live and love. So when I feel the muck of uncertain dread coming on and threatening to overtake me, I try to pause. And think of hugs.
I have people who depend on me. I must be their rock. I must have faith so that they can also have faith. Wallowing together in the unknown is no fun, and no one wants to be there, even if we are together. So we hug.
Today I saw this weed and its outstretched arms. It does not have a lot to offer, no succulent green leaves, no blossoms, not even a stout stalk. But it opens itself up nonetheless, and offers me a hug. Thank you dear wild mustard.
With the fortification of enough hugs we can keep trudging on through the muck that sticks to your shoes and wants to grab at your knees and drag you down. Keep it at shoe level so that you will be able to wipe your feet and clean them of the unnecessary muck before you come close to those you love and those who need you. And when in doubt, offer up a hug.
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.