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.