Still Flowers
No matter how old, no matter how deeply etched the wrinkles may be; whether she is plagued by pimples or dry skin or achey joints, a girl will always be a girl. There will always be at her very core, deep in her roots, a young girl playing at being an adult, middle-aged, or elderly, like a shadow that plays with us on our journey throughout the day. We are flowers who can never be parted from our shadows. They are a part of us and sometimes we don’t even notice.
But noticing is wonderful! A shadow plays, and teases, flirts and hides. It is idealized and youthful, hopeful and fast, daring and cheerful, optimistic, and able to fly on the wind. A shadow bends around corners, stretches across dangerous divides, and comes back after the dark.
These weed flowers were once yellow and brilliant. Now the yellow is gone, but still they play and dance and beckon us to pay attention to life.
They are still flowers.
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. It is right at your feet!
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