Do you ever wonder about habits?
What your hands do when your not paying attention? Your eyes? Your feet? You?
When I'm walking on the hill among tall grass...or along fence lines with weeds...I find myself doing this.
I pull the seeds.
I've been pulling seeds since I was a little girl.
It's like blowing a dandelion.
I know it's spreading seeds...yet I don't care.
My hands do it...I can't stop them.
Pull, bend, break, scatter.
It helps me think.
I feel close to nature.
I just can't stop.
What else?
What else do I do without thinking?
Is it something to think about or just let go?
4 comments:
its funny those things that we have done for so long without even really thinking about it. Until someone tells us that we should stop....
fun thought!
neat header! sooo neat!and cute, of course!
I am a seed spreader too :) I have done it since was little as well. I prefer the really soft ones and it is important to get off every seed.
I am glad you are taking walks in tall grass.
Please, please, please, just don't pick your nose like my first graders. I am sure that their hands don't know that they are doing it either. :-)
I count fence posts. I don't know why either. :-) And I look at rocks.
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