I feel alone and my thoughts are spinning. There is a haze of fast motion half ideas swirling around me and I need them to stop. They will not form and take on weight. They flit and tease and dart away if I get to close to them. If they sense I want to examine one of them, they skip and hide behind a neighbor. My mind and mood are being tag teamed by these immature sprites that flirt with meaning and importance, but cannot measure up.
What is a girl to do? Even a tumbling gal like myself, used to the rigors of round and round, and up and over, even I feel a bit dizzy when my thoughts will not cooperate.
I close my eyes. I become still. I pause and sink towards earth, out of the clouds. And my half thoughts, what do they do? They try to follow. And in moving downward they pull weight towards themselves. They fall in line with gravity and they get heavier.
The thoughts who were only half baked whims of ideas, vanish in puffs of exhalation as I relax. The thoughts that needed more time to fully form start to congeal and take shape. They might be worth something after all.
At last, I, alone is not so bad. In the company of the circus of my thoughts that I now control, I’m ready to settle down and enjoy the show. Where will my thoughts and daydreams take me now?
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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