August 3, 2015
(If we live with an open and grateful attitude, every day will bring a gift. This is one of 365 gifts during the year I turned 70.)
Each day brings a gift but sometimes we don’t recognize it because it is like a piece of clay that is waiting for us to shape it.
I have a six-foot weed growing in a pot on the porch. Why? Perhaps it is because every day I look forward to seeing how much taller it has grown. It is probably at its maximum height now because there are tiny flowers at the top. The flowers were unremarkable until I began to notice its texture when I looked at the top against a blue sky. Then I began to imagine a pattern.
I took a photo of just the top of this unknown weed and created a kaleidoscopic image. As I examined the resulting design, I noticed how the blue sky’s white cloud veil acted as rays coming from this plant. I could see small plant parts escaping from the main pattern and then a tiny sprig in the upper right that did not fit into the pattern at all—almost as if it were escaping, as if it had a life that refused to fit into a pattern. Perhaps a little like me.
The more I looked at it, the more I saw how it connected with other things—this extraordinary image that I created from the ordinary. This summer weed had transformed into something that resembled a winter snowflake and I began to wonder—what patterns in my life have connections to other lives, and other times in my life?
My gift today is a weed that I transformed.
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