When I fall into bed beside you and warm my feet against yours I am drawn to move ever closer to you. And when I wrap my arms around you, or yours wrap around me, I am enveloped and engrossed so that I dissolve into you. The coverings play around me, they wind about and leave an errant foot or arm out in the frosty air, but they leave enough room for me to quickly draw it back in close and protected.
The cocoon I am in with you is both exhilarating and comforting. It is life essential and life dependent. I draw strength from our embrace but I am also strengthened by it and more able to stand straight and light and tall and grow strong in vibrant frosty fields, or bone dry dusty ones. I can move towards the truth and beauty in life because I have seen it and felt it. It was nestled with us in our embrace under the dew kissed threads of early morning. The threads that are so intricate yet simple and durable while appearing to be delicate. No matter their construction, the fibers persist in linking us together so that we shall both weather whatever it is that life will bring to us.
Never has a frosty spider’s web, woven in the early hours and adorned with dew, held such meaning for me. But I hold in my heart, cocooned against the trivialities of day, the enduring secret truths of love and meaning. I need not look under these fibers, for I am blessed to see so clearly what treasures surround me. I hope they surround you as well.
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.