Past joy droppings feed the soul.

 

 

 

Flowers or weeds?

 

As I take my morning walks, I carry nothing. No phone. No iPod. No camera. There are many times I wish I had my Kodak, especially when the roadside flowers were in full bloom.

 

I also sometimes wish for a notebook to jot down the ideas that formulate in my head as I stride. I would stick a note to the lady on the corner a couple blocks over for her gorgeous backyard flower display. Note to self: jot a note now, deliver it tomorrow.

 

The wildflowers along the paved path are beautiful. The thistles that grow tall and sprout purple blooms are gorgeous flowers too.

 

What starts out prickly, can indeed turn beautiful if you give it a chance to grow. We all have thorns and defense mechanisms. Some of us may feel that we got plucked before we reached our full potential. The thing with thistles is that they are persistent, they can grow in hard places and they always come back.   

 

No matter what has trampled you down, you are still growing. You can bounce back. You can be tough, but you don't have hurt the people who want to touch you. You can let yourself be fed and let yourself thrive, even in tough conditions.

 

You can stand tall and become a flower. A strong stalk, a beautiful bloom. What you once thought was a weed is indeed a flower. Flowers can't hide their beauty. Embrace it.

 

 

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