One drop may not seem like very much, but for this one drop I am so grateful. There have been many days that I was parched, and thirsted for a drink to sustain me. So I am thankful for this gift and I am reminded to treasure each one that comes my way.
With a grateful heart and careful cupped hands I hold my drop. There is honor in this task, for the drop is a precious gift. The drop is sheltered in my center, and on the edges of my outstretched hands, I cradle the tiny droplets that will soon travel down towards my center. There they will join together and become part of a larger whole. For long, cold, dark hours the rain pounded down upon me and bent me towards the mud, but in the light I hold myself up high, and open faced. I thank the sky.
I cherish my droplet’s chances and hold them tenderly hoping that they will join together and grow in me and help me become more than I am now, a humble weed.
Like many small things, I know that each drop has the potential to become so much more. The individual drops are tender parts of a a larger, more loving force. And in my weed life I pay homage to the greater whole. If I remind you, weed lovers, to be thankful for the small gifts you receive, then my wishes have gone beyond the rain soaked field and reached you, wherever you are.
Thank you sky for opening up and releasing life and wetness and excitement and drama! Thank you clouds for holding the rain power in your care until all forces came together in harmony to make just the right, the perfect storm. Thank you for the pounding to remind me of your power, and thank you for the gift of life!
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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