In the places I frequent it seems to be the season of feathers caught on weeds. The discarded feathers have dropped everywhere, and a daily walk can be like a treasure hunt. It always makes me wonder when I find a feather, “Was this feather no longer needed? It is missed? Was it discarded accidentally, or was it deliberately left behind?” I never find the answer, but I do begin to see a new purpose and design for the feathery drifters.
The soft and the barbed are drawn to each other in the dramatic exciting way that opposites attract. The soft can so easily wander and float without direction, but the barbed seem always to know where their strengths are needed. And so it seems the soft feathery whimsical ones seek out the sharp edged stout and strong ones for support. They want to be held tight.
Of course, it is not just the soft ones that need to be held. The barbed ones too, although strong, are not invincible and they have needs that they feel quite sharply. They have the strong deep desire to be balanced by their opposites, and a soft whimsical floating feather is just right to soften their sharp edges or highlight them by comparison.
So hold me tight dear one as I sink into you and hold tight. Let me lean up against you and feel myself relax into your differentness. Then I can rest easy knowing I am accepted. Then I can smile and sleep and dream.
Sweet dreams all you weed lovers!
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.