Saving My Softness
Saving My Softness

The wild thing said, “I remember your touch, and I swoon. I close my eyes and dream of it. You breathed in my delicate scent and now I hold the memory of your breath there, till my flower buds are puffy and soft – full of remembrance. I stand tall on waving stem, celebrating me, beckoning the world to notice. I stiffen against the winds that threaten to make me weak. I anchor myself so as be the strongest when torrential rains dig at my roots aiming to soften my grip. I cherish my memories and they make me more resilient, more capable.”

And so the wild thing continued to grow.

The weed in all of us must be strong in order to survive our days of drought, and, if we are lucky, the days of rain that beat down upon us. Don’t we all know that brighter days will come and on those days we will be able to blossom?

We should.

Then, have faith, and remember…if we dig deep enough, our blossoms will be ever brighter and more fabulous when they are at last unleashed. Our scents will make others swoon, and remind them of happiness and love. The struggle makes every loving touch more tender. So the waiting is worth it.

This weed loving gal wishes for you a weekend of love and happiness. Go ahead and bloom after the rain! I dare you.

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.

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