The Bend
The Bend

On this golden day I saw the sun shining and the weeds softly lying down, coating the hill in velvet brown.  The bend lay ahead and beyond it, possibility. I stepped into the rainbow rays and opened an invisible door by closing my eyes and loosening the ties that bound my mind. When I next opened my eyes I sighed. Around me lay a jeweled world camouflaged by hues of the ordinary variety that could stand up against cursory glances, but that would crumble when met with introspection and imagination. The camouflage disappeared in the gaze of a mind that wonders and daydreams.

I saw before me, a delight. A treasure. A mystery with twists and turns. A puzzle that would take a lifetime to solve.

My thoughts wandered with my feet along the hillside’s trail and at every curve my heart skipped a tiny beat as I wandered in the delights of life. I thought of the smiles of my loved ones, and the way they make me feel like I am spectacular. I saw love and magic in the rays of the sunshine that turned a dusty trail into a rainbow colored, mind altering special place that revealed its splendor to me in quiet simple ways. It’s as if I’d put on my rose colored glasses – the ones I’d worn constantly in earlier, dreamier days.

So much in life is determined by our point of view! The path that day told me that our point of view gets magnified and sent back to us in a many mirrored reflection of the vibes we throw out there. So if we dance with joy, then joy will bounce right back to us a hundred fold! And if you dance among the weeds, they will carry your message near and far, for they never give up.

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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