Can there be beauty in something so broken as a torn root, exposing its life saving inner structure to the sun, only to suffer the slow fate of withering in the sun without water?
Yes root, there can.
There is beauty in the strength that you used to anchor the tall weed that towered three feet above you. It was able to wave in the breeze and dance when it pleased. But you, dear root, you faced only darkness and yet your resolve was unending. Your service was without interruption and without thanks.
How often have I marveled at the formidable foe I’ve battled with when weeding my garden! How could something so slight, merely a few inches in length and barely an inch in diameter, put up such a fight?
It is because roots believe in themselves. They believe in their task and their importance and they do not question it. They serve. They support. They nurture. They spread. They anchor. They serve beauty and life, and in serving, they are beautiful and wondrous.
Beauty is in doing service for love and duty.
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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2 Replies to “Broken”
This photo is so artistic! Your words accompanies it beautifully… philosophical and profound, you speak to the root as you speak for humanity.
I had this hunch from the moment I saw your pictures that this blog was a very special one.
Thanks for bringing beauty to light 🙂
Thank you so very much, OA. Your words fill me with joy and tenderness. Best to you!