Armsfull*

I hold in my arms untold beauties, like flowers in every stage of living–

some yet to bloom, some just blooming, some long since bloomed,

some blooming down, some wilting, some dying, to bloom no more.

All, ALL are gifts.

The latter-named perhaps more beautiful

in that they require more light to see their beauty.

I hold them all, delight in ALL,

nuzzle my nose down inside, to inhale it all,

from buds to cracklin’ browns.

ALL of life is a gift.

I will say it again…ALL.

Weeds

I do allow for weeds to exist in my life…but I have to watch! They can easily choke out the flowers! I think of “weeds” as all the little things we do in life that aren’t crucial to the stuff we want to see GROW.  My family, art & friends are all flowers I want to see flourish…so anything that I want and need to do to encourage that flourishing is the bedrock of the garden of life.  But there’s so much else that gets crammed in there, in between all the flowers, that seems to take over!

What’s that thing called, a “weed eater”?  That’s what I need.  I don’t want to get rid of them all, just enough of them so I can breathe!