What I hold in my heart is my smile, my glue that holds me together. The curve I see in life that always bends towards beauty and possibility.
I see it in you too.
Tread on me and let me bear your weight. Lean on me and I shall be strong. Decorate me with your troubles and I shall turn your troubles into character. Reflect my smile and we shall both be comforted. Let me love you.
Be not deceived however, my smile is not a constant. Rather on some days it can be a struggle to bring it forth. What is constant is the to goal to smile as strong as if it were set in stone.
For to smile and be of hope is the only way I can be. Without cheer I shall simply slide down into the muck and the mire and become stuck, unable to grow.
So I choose to let loose what I hold in my heart. I choose to smile daily, to smile when confronted with awkwardness, with uncertainty, with indecision. To smile is to take in the bits of mess life serves up, to bend my view up towards the light, and give myself power to move ahead and make tidy progress towards beauty. Even my neighbors, the crabgrasses respond nicely to my smile.
Many blessings all!
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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