I can just imagine what the planter box flowers think of the tumble weeds....lol.
Humans have people who are tumble weeds, too (only they're known by different names, such as gypsy, free spirit, wanderer, irresponsible flake. . .lol). I relate, of course, to the spirit of the tumble weed. And one of the most horrific sights for me is when I find a tumble weed stuck in a fence along side of a road, having been haphazardly blown there with no way of moving on the promised land. . . .stuck and oppressed by the fence of thwarted paths. My heart wrenches and wants to scream out the window, "Cry Freedom!" to the spirit of the stuck little tumble weed.
I guess it's more accurate to say that I over identify with the tumble weed's life. . . .lol.
I have always loved this part of me, the me who can uproot when needed and move on to greener fields on vast and distant shores. I've done it so many times that I don't very much think about it, really. I've uprooted myself with or without a job waiting for me on the other side, with or without knowing even a single person. Sometimes I think my life makes other people around me nervous, but it's my life, and I am mostly OK with it.
Tumble weeds don't have the same needs as planter box flowers.
Planter box flowers are afraid of the lack of a secure structure and uncertain sources of water. But these are not the fears of the tumble weed, as they uproot themselves with great ease to go off in search of the water. No, tumble weeds aren't afraid of uncertain water sources. Tumble weeds are afraid of fences and a civilized progress that boxes up the wide open spaces. And tumble weeds don't really care much about how scruffy other people think they look as they're out rolling around, either.
But there is a dark side to the life of a human tumble weed, and that has to do with the attachments we make with people we find in the environments where we have temporarily rooted ourselves.
I received a letter today from a woman I was friends with about ten years ago, and it was not an easy letter for me to read, as she was quite straight forward and honest about what she thinks about the way that I treated our friendship during a quick series of uprooted searches by my tumble weed spirit. It's no easy thing to read the hard, direct truth of another person when that truth is in response to the me on the other side of her anger and resentment that clearly remains powerful and present in her world.
And even though I know that the choices that I made had to do with me, what I needed to do for me, and had nothing at all to do with her or with any intention on my part of hurting her, the fact remains that she was hurt by the thoughtless and careless way that I treated the friendship. My friendship with this woman became collateral damge on the other side of my need to uproot and roll off in search of what I needed at the time, and that is not an easy truth for me to own. It's even harder for me to feel the truth that this friendship is not the only collateral damage created from a lifestyle of uprooting and searching for a better life.
So, tumble weeds may uproot themselves because they will eventually die if they remain where they are, but this is apparently no comfort for the planter box flowers who get casually left behind. I may have been doing the best that I could do at the time--and I was--but my best wasn't anywhere near as kind or considerate as I wish it had been. Other tumble weeds understand the lifestyle of "uproot and roll," but the planter box flowers do not always understand.
Yes, I have much to learn about how to nurture and maintain my friendships with the planter box flowers I find along my journey.