When life is not coming up roses
Look to the weeds
and find the beauty hidden within them.”
This quote made me think… really? But weeds are weeds only within a certain context. One man’s weed could be an another person’s wild flower.
When I look at the pavements the way we human’s have mercicilessly murdered the trees and entombed the earth with cement then I see tiny green plant emerging between two cemented tiles, it is like the triumph of nature, an ode to persistence.
When we say weed, we generally mean a plant that that grows where it is not wanted. They are believed to flourish at the expense of the gardner’s over all vision, and their presence is battled by the gardner. Look at the dandelion that is pulled out that it does not disturb the green lawn, well the dandelion is good medicine packed with healing properties and vitamin rich leaves that adds a spicy tang to a salad.
In the wilderness where is the weed? I mean mother nature accommodates and incorporates all forms of life and each one is present such that over all balance is maintained without supervision from humans. The plants are cyclic, while one dominates for a while the take takes over a little later.
This self regulating realm was the first garden our ancestors knewo, they learnt the art of agriculture from studying the forests and fields of the uncultivated land,
The strongest and most mysterious weeds have lessons to teach us. be it the well laid and supervised garden, be it, the cemented pavement mother nature is reminding us even in an absolutely controlled terrain, she cannot be ruled out. The sprout on studying and getting acquainted with might be a healer for earth, plants, or animals including humans.
To me, when I see a weed between the cemented tiles or a creeper up the drain pipe, it tells me, hope is here, and you survive the bleak.