“I’ll be damned if I’m going to limit my life, dampen my shine, and cast aside my time in the sun and the cooling breeze, just because there is a warning sign up ahead. I am not a worry wart. I am here. Alive. I am in the moment and I shall dance with the freedom of a wild thing often overlooked!”
Those were the bold thoughts of the wild grass that swayed roadside as the trucks and campers filled with traveling families blew down the highway toward new adventures, new miles and new horizons. They often sped by too fast, and they did have to heed the warning sign if they wanted to continue on their journey safely. So they most always slowed down up ahead.
But for one who stayed always in the same place there was no need for such caution. The weed could be bold in thought and never, ever have to back it up. So you might say that the weed was deluded to think that her bold thoughts were of merit. She could not move ahead, could not speed away, could not take action to change her station in life, so what did it matter, these thoughts of a weed?
Our place: in this world and in proximity to others, is relative. Our resolve is what we make it. Our reactions are the actions we have decided upon, and whether it looks like we are moving or not does not matter. We decide our course, warnings or no warnings.
Be like a weed! Be bold and shine in this moment of sunshine at the side of the road, and wave like your life depends on it. If we can be in the “here an now” then the place around the bend will follow as easy as the next nature’s bloom.
We and our weeds are so much more than what we first appear to be. Please come back again for a new “Weed Image of the Day” and let me know which ones you like. Even better, look down at the world that teems with life and meaning. There it is, right at your feet!
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Today is my father’s birthday. He passed in 2007, and still, every year, the 25th shows up on the calendar, as if he was still around. I rarely speak of him. It’s complicated. But today, for a few moments, I mourned a bit for all those lost memories. Just like the weeds that stay planted in one place, my memories are locked in motion.
It’s good to see you posting again. I enjoy your perspective, told through the power of those tender and resilient weeds. Standing strong. Persevering. Growing, wherever they land. Enduring all sorts of weather, and still, somehow, finding the sun.
Thank you Ntexas99. I’m sorry about the complications regarding your father and his passing. Sometimes life is as complicated as we can make it or as simple as standing still. I’ve got a lot going on in my life now, and the weeds are hard to hear above the din of ordinary concerns. Best to you!
Thankks great blog