Weeds Along My Path
I walk up and down the road leading to my house most mornings (two miles total) but have only recently learned to be aware and appreciate the simple beauty of my surroundings. I now hear the birds singing, frogs croaking, and crickets chirping. I am now enamored by the sounds of water gurgling through the streams and the leaves rustling through the trees when the wind blows. I now pause to watch the deer in the clearing and take time to admire the geese that return every year to nest in a nearby pond. I don’t just hear and see anymore… I take time to listen and observe, and it’s made all the difference in helping me find peace and joy in my life.
During my morning walks, I also can’t help noticing all the weeds growing along the side of the road. Something new pops up every week and ultimately blooms, so I grab a few and bring them home to create a bouquet.
The small town I live in periodically run their mowers to cut down all the weeds, but they just grow back even stronger. I guess at some point we all encounter “weeds” along our path. However, rather than fighting them or trying to eliminate them, maybe we should embrace them, collect them, and find beauty in their existence.
I know I have. RjZ



