A few days ago, I was ambushed by a herd of Tumbleweeds crossing the street in front of my car. As I waited for their bodies to scurry into the waiting roadside ditch, my curiosity was stirred.
Where did these delightful beings come from?
Why was I grinning at their unpretentious flowing movement?
Why was I braking for plants while ice cream melted in my trunk?
My Google Internet search revealed Tumbleweed was naturalized over large areas of North America after being imported from continental Asia in the nineteenth century. Like a large percentage of the USA population, it has immigrant roots and is held accountable for problems associated with its natural desert habitat.
Tumbleweeds are accused of having “a significant effect on wind soil erosion in open regions, particularly on dry-land agricultural operations where the outside application of additional moisture is impossible.”
YET, they are frequently ignored for their enriching properties.
My viewing pleasure of their movement reflects an inner desire to also flow with my environment.
Tumble with the wind.
Sing a silent song of unfettered freedom.
Bounce from location to location dispensing seeds of life.
Please do not let the Western film stereotype of tumbleweeds symbolizing
“desolate, dry, and often humorless” locations prejudice you.
Finally, I brake to avoid harming all living things and to honor the sacred with my focus.