The wisdom of a weedy garden

My garden has weeds. And my garden is beautiful.

This is the phrase that comes to me as I sit in my sunroom appreciating the beauty despite the obviously overtaking weeds.

I think deeper about myself.

There are certain physical attributes I posses and could liken to weeds– cellulite, acne, pot-belly, dry rough heels, wrinkles, scars, spider veins, yellowed teeth.

Then I smile to myself and notice the parallel here…

My garden has weeds.

And my garden is beautiful.