At Rest
At Rest

What do I think about when I am at rest? I lie back and enjoy the kaleidoscope of visions and colorful rainbows that are presented to me. I am thankful for my eyes, that they can see. I settle in and feel my surroundings, the softness and the brisk cold air, the warm sun and the wind that cools me. I am grateful that I have the sense of touch. I listen to the eclectic free style jazz riffs and improvisational sounds that life makes as it flows. I let my thoughts come and go as they please. I smile when some thoughts demand to be part of a story and so I oblige them, and add another character or a setting from my imagination to help them flourish.

When I rest I am simply happy.

And when I rest in the sun, like this spent weed blossom, which still remains a decorative being, while being only a shell of its former flowery shelf, my thoughts return to sunny golden, unspoiled times, to the days of childhood. I close my eyes to soak up the sun and I can clearly see in my minds eye: sprinkler sprays and hops and jumps on the front lawn, games of chase and hide and seek, giggles and excited whoops, a favorite doll or teddy bear. I see the love that held me close and warmed me when my fears made me shiver.

But no one would know what I was thinking, lying in the sun with my eyes closed, relaxing and soaking up the sun. They would never guess that I had been transported back a few decades to the days of my youth. And I can not know what this weed ruminates on. It is a simple thing, this weed, and once again I have put myself into its space, thinking we are linked.

And by doing so, we are. We are linked. Weed and I simply rest today.

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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