Eager!

I hear loud shrieks of joy and delight. I hear roaring laughter and cascades of giggles and guffaws. These are the sounds of exuberance for an audience. I hear these sounds that speak of life being lived voraciously, but where are they coming from? Over the ridge of grasses? Beyond the river? From above me in a place I cannot reach? Somewhere, but….not…where…I am.

I am here! I am HERE! I AM HERE!

With all that I can muster I reach up as high as I can, stretching outside my normal safe range and way way up to the sky. My intent is clear, I am sure of it. My goals are lofty. I DO live fully. My desires are keen.

It is simply that my nature lies  in the whispered secrets of serenity and not in the bold excesses. But I am eager and joyful. I savor joy quietly instead of shouting it for all to hear.

“To thine own nature be true”, said a wise poet, Shakespeare, and repeated many, many a time; indeed repeated countless times and shouted forth, proclaimed even… always reminding us of the pitfalls of being false.

Let me whisper truthfully to you my little weed, or tulip or rose, whatever you are, treasure yourself and your worth will shine. You will be gifted with the power of transformative joy. You will be seen and appreciated by those who are looking in the right place.

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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