Patterns and Mystery

Sometimes I look for patterns in my crazy busy life, but all too often I cannot see them unless I look back in the past. Most often what I see that I am in the midst of a thick maze, or a deep dark, seeming impenetrable forest that I know will open up to contain an enchanted glade, but I just never know when or where, or what I need to do to reach it.

But I cannot stop looking for clues. I look for connections, hidden meanings signposts, markers and cairns to guide my way. Perhaps I see some, or perhaps it is in my seeking that I create the points of reference for myself. How else to explain the sudden insights that reveal the meaning of things I’ve seen or done for years and years?

I do love the thrill of a mystery though, so I’m really fine that my life must be unreadable in the present. For I’d rather live in the moment that have my life be only a history to look back on. I’d rather be free – free to forge my own way, and make my own mistakes and discoveries!

This patch of fallen weeds was at first glance an impenetrable carpet of dried brush that held no meaning. That is, until I looked closer and closer. Now I am able to imagine what might be further in, beyond the darkness. I’m sure there is treasure!

Joie de vivre!

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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