Hari Om
'Freedays' are the 'gather our thoughts' days; Q&As; a general review of the week so far…
A post elsewhere recently lamented the presence of weeds. Not just in the garden but on the roadside also. This was a strange thing to say. A flower, is a flower, is a flower. A leaf, a leaf. They may be wild or cultivated. The term 'weed' is derogatory. It says that the flower to which it is being applied is not in a place the name-caller wants it to be. The thing with plants, though, is that they will proliferate. It's the nature of things, and nature does not know about boundaries. Does not see that the patch of earth on that side is somehow foreign and not to be seeded.
In having these thoughts, it struck home what an analogy it was for the migration of peoples and their cultures. Countries where the land is poor, the soil ravaged, find that their populations seek new territory, places in which to put down roots and, with good 'climate', to thrive. Yet such people are often looked upon as being the weeds of society, by those who would keep their 'gardens pure'.
...Just thinking aloud… planting a seed.
