A lackluster couple of days later, I come back to tend to my blog. As I think about this phrase, I think about how that is a both accurate and inaccurate way of addressing a blog.
On the accurate side, you can think that every time you sit down in front of the screen, you hold in your muddy hands a plant. Sometimes it’s a weed that you bring, sometimes a wilted flower that, when stretching its roots in the virtual soil, straightens and exhales a perfume of relief and wonder.
You wonder about your weeds. You wonder sometimes why you plant them, why you’d like to see them bloom. There is a wonderment in sitting among your flowers, then breaking the stem of a dandelion, and making a wish as its seed drift away from your flow of air. You wonder if the weeds sometimes mean more to you than the flowers, if they actually help you more than the flowers, and if they perhaps do less harm.
With the inaccuracies… well, I suppose whittling everything in life down to imagery can’t be the most helpful can it?