The lines hold me in check. The grid thinks it defines me. It thinks it knows me. The lines do give me boundaries, but they do not fully realize that heeding the boundaries is completely up to me. I look at the lines and think, “I shall go farther than that. I shall run past that line. I shall step over that limit. HA!”
The grid feels it is complete, and that I am fully contained. But I feel my thoughts overflow, my prayers reach higher than anything on this earth, and my purpose and resolve grows strong enough to redraw the grid into a shape I can use. “I will not fit into your plan, grid. I will not be contained. I defy your definition and I will grow into the being of my own choosing. HA!”
I wish for you today, lines that can be erased and a grid that expands to allow growth. I wish for you, freedom!
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.