My last post was about something hugely significant. It's getting
such an incredible response that for the last two days I've been
worrying about how to follow that up. Finally, I chose this picture
I took last week. Visually I find it appealing - the round green
leaves, the curl of the dried leaves, the white streaks against
that lovely dark grey in the granite, and the texture of the sand.
What I like about it best, though, is the fact that the green plant
you see there, from one tip to another, would fit inside
a 50 paise coin (a diameter of no more than 2 cm).
I love that it's possible to find beauty and symbolism in
the tiniest of things. I look at this and I see so many different
things. A story of survival in spite of the odds. A story of
life's timeline - birth and growth, solidity and strength,
withering and crumbling. And a story of reassurance:
because if there is significance and beauty in a little weed
down at my feet, there is significance in me, and in everything.
And if everything matters, if nothing is unimportant, then
the things I give far too much importance to - success,
perfection, improvement and competition - might be over-rated.
All I have to do is be me.