I am one here, but I am with my sisters. I am in the group picture (Do you see me there?) green with little bits of tender yellow, waving in the breeze feeling so unique, uncertain and standoffish as if I don’t belong. Yet you, the stranger with the objective eye, cannot pick me out from all the rest. I belong so well that I blend in.
My sisters and I are bound and connected by strands of common experiences, lessons and desires. And herein lies the rub. We share so much, so much that cannot even be articulated, that it is simply and inexplicably and completely known, and does not need any explanation. Our connection is so deep it supports us when the rough winds blow, when the sun is harsh and hot, and when the air is dry and the soil unyielding.
Yet the commonality we all share has allowed us to grow into individual flowers who bloom according to our own timing. We face whatever direction we chose, and we think our own private complicated and sometimes perplexing thoughts. We are blessed to be a part of the whole and blessed again to be individuals.
We will continue on our journey buoyed by our sisters, emboldened to take bolder strides into our future while holding onto our roots and drawing strength from them. This is the glorious lesson of reunions, of renewed friendship, of bonds that are strengthened by reconnection.
Many thanks to all my sisters and to all the weeds who broadcast wisdom whenever the breeze blows.
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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