Sometimes, the way I think the world should be, isn't the way it is. This is true more often than not. But, what of it?
Well, for a start, it's good that the world isn't the way I fancy it should be. What a poor world it would be, if it was limited to what my imagination could conjure. For another, different perspectives stretch my views and opinions, and kick-start my thinking to travel into expanded horizons.
I like it when ideas and opinions are constantly stretching and expanding, especially when it happens to me. I like the challenge.
For example, if I didn't know buttercups as weeds, would I see their sunshine and welcome them into the corners of my lawn? Would my perspective change?
What if I appreciate the white delicacy of the flower heads of goutweed as much as I do the blooms of Queen Anne's Lace? They sway the same dance in the summer breezes, in different spots in the yard. Why is one a blessing and one a curse?
Is the feathered horse tail peeking from behind the columbine any less endearing than the feathery leaves of coreopsis? If I don't perceive buttercups, goutweed and horse tails as plagues in my garden, will I be able to allow myself to enjoy their beauty and to spend less time weeding?
Perhaps the way I think about the world and how it should be needs to be more flexible, to be more accepting of the way the world just is.
If weeds are perceived...well, yes, as weeds, though not without their own charms, could I spend less time on them and more time on writing?
And wouldn't that be better for me? Wouldn't it be better to change what I can, to accept what I cannot change and to be wise enough to know the difference. Wait, I think I've heard that before...
Perhaps it's time to pay attention.
And to start writing...
Interesting thoughts carol.. Lots to ponder.
Thanks Gwen. I really do know why gout weed is a curse though...it gets everywhere and chokes out other flowers. I was just thinking about what I know and what I think I know and wondering about all that.
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