Worry is a walk through the dry husks of overblown spring flowers
Gathering burrs
Gathering burrs
I look down
My socks are full
Bristling with prickles that once were pretty
Now they cling
Biting my ankles
And it is easy to think the burrs are the problem
And not the surface,
the sock
the thinking
Changing path
I step carefully after dark
so as not to wake
to 2.00 blinking
blinking
*why is it that so often we wake into negative thoughts at night? Is it that without the distractions of the day our minds are easy prey to the slippery slope of worry?
The photo above was actually taken last spring and there were so many beautiful wild flowers out west due to the rain. This spring is entirely different.
Here are some others to remind me what a “pretty” spring looks like instead.
