It’s one of those days where I find myself sitting at the fence. My next move is up, but I can’t seem to see where to step just yet. I watch for clues as the sun glows and spreads golden rays that paint the ground with hopefulness and fresh perspective.
A few words is all it takes, and the act of listening, really listening to the gilded sound of a loved one’s voice and all the words, spoken and unspoken that spill out into the sun. We are together at the fence then, in a pool of swirling diversions and confusion as the words swirl and emotions ebb and flow. But in a moment, we shall move. The sharp points of truth will reveal themselves. The pool will still and the way to proceed will become clear.
Then we shall move away from the fence that tethered, constrained and protected us. We shall strike out on our own to find a new golden sunny spot, somewhere free where we can bend with the breeze and taste new raindrops, gifted by the seasons changing.
Here is to the next chapter! Here is to movement away from the fence. Here is to freedom! Here is to understanding! Here’s to the weederful journey!
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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