I am caught up in my day and in the pull of deadlines, needs of others, projects and to-do lists, and I squint with the effort to get it all right. The bright sun highlights the urgency of all those forces pushing down on me, so in response I square my shoulders, straighten and carry on.
I feel small.
And then I spy you. A crack leads my eye to you, like a road to a monument. I pause and smile. Do I feel small? That’s a laugh.
I lean down, arrested by your strength. Your power to split the asphalt, to make this man’s surface be your nature’s bed, has me reeling. You are so small you make me dizzy!
And now I am dizzy with foolhardy delight! I am dizzy with the realization that no outside force can make me small! If you, my little weed, can stand up to the constant pressure of a parking lot which holds onto the heat of the sun and intensifies it to a scorching level; if you can bend under feet and tires and dollies with trash bins and crates, and yet still you thrust your roots deep, deeper still, until you’ve gone below the thing that threatens you, well then…
OF COURSE I CAN DO IT ALL. You are promising me that!
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!