This flower is so pretty. I took this picture while walking around a vineyard in San Diego. There was a small village with shops, eateries, fine art shops, and antique stores. The place was quaint, but must have been much more happening as there were several empty stores and offices. In place of items to purchase plants grew around the windows. Even this lovely little flowers had wound itself around a banister outside an old store. One place even had vines pushing their way into the rooms through the roof and ceiling. It was very beautiful, but caused me to remember that we humans aren't always as strong as we would like to believe. Yes, we have our weed whackers and out toxic chemicals to kill off the weeds, but leave the weeds to their own devices and "They're Baaack."
We could look at the weed and learn a lesson from them as well. Often anger grows in our souls like a weed. You think you have dealt with the issue, but a single thought in a weak moment pops into your mind and BANG weed central. The blooms of yourlittle anger weed may look pretty and so it seems like it is justifiable to keep it around. Meanwhile, the roots anchor themselves around your heart and squeeze and squeeze. Forgiveness...
I know it is nearly impossible to forgive AND then to forget. I think the statement means we forget the pain, not the memory of the instance of hurt. Of course, then one day you observe the weeds growing out of someone else's chest and think, "I use to have some of those." You feel the beat of your heart and wonder what ever had made you so insanely angry, sigh, and move on humming your old song of joy you discovered buried under all your weeds.