I look around in confusion, uncertain where to start or which direction to go in. My thoughts are scattered and if I do not act fast they will float away with the tiniest of breezes, like these weed seeds that are just barely hanging on.
I am just barely hanging on to order, so I gather my thoughts like pieces of carpet fluff and dust bunnies that I pick up from the floor. I scan the room. I scan my mind for the errant thoughts that wander and try to run away. Carefully, so as not to start a panic I gather them up, one by one. I casually swoop, stoop and sweep them up, and then pluck some up and tuck them away into my palm for safekeeping.
It’s funny, how the thoughts that litter my firmament and seem to transform a neat tidy plan into a chaotic universe, funny how those messy bits of matter, once collected, can fold in onto themselves and compactly fit into a space that barely exists. They squish and squish and squish together until they are hardly even there. When let loose though, my free thoughts spread out and take root to explore the possibility of growth. They are true seeds, and they enjoy release.
What a beautiful state this weed is in, as it transitions from life holder to life giver, from nurturer to releaser, from its home as center of the universe to an observer of life as it moves away and expands into new territories.
As I was weed hunting today, I was struck by the purity of the seed fluffs when I saw them, and the vision of their tumbling away from the weed that had birthed them. Once I saw the photo on my big screen I saw both the seemingly randomness of their disarray and the pattern in such disarray. My thoughts are so often in both states…no wonder I like weeds so much!
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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