Good Morning Glory

As I set out for a walk a few mornings ago I was drawn to the morning glories across the street from my driveway. Down here in the south morning glories are everywhere, they are considered a weed. Up in NY they are considered a flower, we plant them, water them, feed them, enjoy them. These weeds come in several different colors, pink white, blue purple..... I think they are a beautiful flower. Did you know they form a new blossom every day? I will continue to enjoy them, although I yank them out of my vegetable garden;-). It's all about perception. Do I chooses to see morning glories as a flower, or do I choose to see them as a weed? That 7000 sg ft house you drive past every day on your way to work looking at it you are green with envy, DON'T be. Things are not always how they look. Did you know the people who live in that huge beautiful house have not said a kind word to each other in years. Their 26 year old son, who dropped out of school, lives in their garage. He stayed up all night doing drugs & playing video games. Are ya still jealous of them?

I use to hate autumn, it reminds me that winter is on it's way. All the leaves die & fall off the trees. All the grass dies. All the beautiful, colorful flowers turn brown. I was talking to my husband about this a few years ago, he told me NO everything is not DEAD it's just resting so it can bloom again in the spring. Then he used all technical terms ( he has a degree in horticulture) so I blocked that part out;-). Now, I still hate winter, but I look at it a different way. The beautiful colors of the spring & summer are just napping. It's all about perspective. Do I want to be angry there is mud on my kitchen floor because of my husbands boots, or will I be grateful my husband has muddy boots, it means he has a job to get dirty at. Will I be stressed because my teenagers have all kinds of drama, or will I rejoice that I have healthy children who can have normal teenage issues. Some of our perspective is programed into us. We are raised to believe a morning glory is a weed. I can change my thoughts at any time. Yup my thoughts are my choice. (yes changing my thoughts takes practice). I will choose to continue to view morning glories as a beautiful gift from my God.

“Change the way you look at things and the things you look at change.” ― Wayne W. Dyer