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#66300 - 05/18/03 09:58 PM Life
doctorfrau Offline
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Registered: 04/11/03
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As I was yanking up weeds (and more and more weeds) this morning, I started to think about “life”. Not as in “the meaning of life”, not as in “oh well, that’s life”, but life in the “biological life force –omnipresent continuity” kind of sense.

Life is such a powerful thing. Life is so persistent and tenacious, that there are living organisms clinging to existence inside volcanic vents, and places more hostile than one can imagine. Just when you think there can be nothing – there is always “something”.

The beautiful “chaos” of life is always encroaching on our careful, orderly human ways. As lichen on a boulder, or a dandelion pushing up through a sidewalk crack, life always finds a way. When weeds are yanked up – they grow back. Cut down certain trees – they send up new shoots from the root. If a meadow lies fallow – the forest soon reclaims it. Life keeps on keepin’on and overcomes every obstacle.

I think it says something about how we should approach our own lives as well. Am I a delicate hothouse orchid that withers quickly in adversity? Or am I a tenacious dandelion or even a stinkweed that clings to life in a strip mine pit? Am I a rose – carefully cultivated, or am I a wild thing pushing up through the ash of a volcanic wasteland? Some pine trees only open their cones to scatter their seeds when seared by the heat of a forest fire.

I think some “people” are like that too – they take adversity and turn it into new life. They may not be cultivated, and they may not be conventional, but then again… some of the prettiest blossoms are wildflowers.


Just thought I'd share \:\)

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#66301 - 05/19/03 01:24 PM Re: Life
Lloydy Offline
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I have to go outside for a smoke if I want one, and I lean on the garden wall and watch the world go by.
Thing move slow in these parts though. ;\)

And for the last couple of weeks I've been watching the progress of a tiny little Forget-me-Not growing out of the crack in the mortar.
It's got three tiny, perfect little blue flowers on it now.

I told you things were slow around here. \:D

Dave

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Go confidently in the direction of your dreams! Live the life you've imagined. As you simplify your life, the laws of the universe will be simpler.
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#66302 - 05/19/03 03:49 PM Re: Life
JamesMichael Offline
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Registered: 07/24/02
Posts: 134
Thank you doctorfrau. I'm having a rough time today, and pondering the flower thing is helpful.


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#66303 - 05/19/03 05:00 PM Re: Life
ernie Offline
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Registered: 08/26/02
Posts: 121
Loc: Portland, Maine
There are so many of us that have been treated like a dandilion, yanked at, pulled at, tossed out, dug out, sprayed, stomped on crushed, and even given as a beautiful treasure to be put on display for trusted one. But, like the dandilion, you know what, we keep coming back, stronger, less apt to be tossed out, never to be abused again. The roots of that weed are very deep, just as the roots of abuse are deep in our minds. We can grow anywhere just like Lloyds flower in the wall or a weed that sprouts in a cave. Ever see a tree growing on a rock, roots all over the place, fighting for every ounce of nurishment, that tree can survive for years, so can we. We can grow, establish roots that are tough and be a credit to society, our families. Just like the dandelion that gets uprooted or the tree that grows on the rock, we got a rough start but can survive.

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