“But a weed is simply a plant that wants to grow where people want something else. In blaming nature, people mistake the culprit. Weeds are people’s idea, not nature’s.” ~ Anonymous
WEEDS… Some folks have quipped they are but unloved flowers, sins of the earth, plants with undiscovered virtues. Whatever eloquence you elect, they are the bastardly, unforgiving THINGS that get in the way of blooms of our most precious prayers and wishes… flowers and fruits of our labors that bring priceless joy. Joy from a gorgeous front yard of fragrance, a harvest-filled garden or orchard, a kitchen table of decorations and delicacies.
In brass tacks, weeds are ultimately what get in the way of our JOY. Weeds are the vicious little evils that crowd, choke out, and suffocate all that our hearts desire… that which we expect from all the seeds we tossed into the ground. Weeds…be they proverbial, metaphorical or literal… are the relentless, twisted side-effects of both crappy planting and crappy prepping. Period.
See, so many of us claim to want everlasting blossoms of the ethereal joys of life, like unconditional love, excitement for life, feelings of success, peace, equality, unshakable optimism, newfound perspective, contentment, dynamic purpose… you know your list. Yet none of those vines truly burst through the ground with such offerings. The main reason? We plant, water and sun our seeds in the topsoil of our old foundations… the wrecked, rocky, perhaps even rancid earth that is full of childhood fears, unmovable judgments, unanswered hopes, decaying values, and old paradigms. Both man-made and MIND-made, our weeds strive to see the light yet again. So it only makes sense that when we try to nurture the seeds of our dreams… we are also encouraging the deep-rooted, hidden creepers to sprout and grow yet again.
Folks, if we truly want joy, if we want to LIVE, we’ve got to get on our knees and weed out the weeds. We’ve got to be willing to do the work, till the soil, prepare for a healthy planting of our dreams and goals. We’ve got to be willing to get dirty cultivating the crap hidden in our histories to have our gardens of the future be overgrown with love, peace, perspective, optimism and purpose. I pray for you that you all find the strength, humility and faith to grow your lives with joy, joy, joy. And there is no time like the present to start weeding, my friends.
Copyright 2000-2012 by Kimberlie Dykeman.
