Written By Lauren Steele
I have always loved walking alone in the rain, especially in unobtrusive out of the way places where the abundance of beauty is felt in the heart as much as it is seen with the eye. After changing my soggy clothes, I began trying to translate my feelings into words, which I would like to share with you now.
As I walk through the peaceful mist of
a midsummer morning
among the grasses, wildflowers, and weeds,
the calmness and inevitable cycling
of life and death,
ongoing regardless of my approval or grief,
surround me with the feeling of being
wrapped in the arms
of a maternal knowing,
inviting me to let go
of the incessant logic of
human progress and
Mother Earth’s message is an old one
that I have claimed to understand
throughout the peaks and valleys of
an unremarkable life.
But I seem to find the answers and then
lose them again and again,
from one human crisis
As evolved as I think I am,
Nature reminds me that
I am not.
My fleeting understanding is
but a glimpse of all there is
What I do know is
I am like a weed.
I grow where my seed falls,
in fertile soil or not.
I am a pioneer species,
looking for space to thrive
in quietly abandoned places which have been
stripped of their perceived value.
I am resilient.
Weeds don’t ask for much in the way of
fertilizer, attention or praise.
People seek to destroy them,
replacing them with others
more attractive or productive,
or so they think.
But weeds will always return to grow again.
Nature has created them with unwavering dedication
and focus on their purpose,
to protect the Earth
by restoring the vitality of the soil that
We need to survive.
I am happy
among the weeds, the smell of the soil, the wet of the rain.
This simplicity juxtaposed with
the complexity of modern society
leaves me overwhelmed with the desire to trade
one life for another.
My heart swells with
love and awe,
respect and appreciation for
the timeless beauty of weeds,
their jobs and their journey,
despite human judgment.
Oblivious to my own judgment,
successes and failures,
they call me