“I would have liked to have seen the whole world with eyes incapable of anything but wonder, and with a tongue fluent only in praise” – The Prince of Tides.
Such was mine wandering through the forest today gingerly treading among a vibrant patchwork of diminutive Spring blooms carpeting the forest floor, totally immersed in what Celtic monks referred to as a Thin Place . . . where the gap between the natural and supernatural worlds narrow.
“Look how the wildflowers grow; they do not work or make clothes for themselves. But I tell you that not even King Solomon with all his wealth had clothes as beautiful as one of these flowers”. – Luke 12:27
I M Blessed . . . May U B 2
3 thoughts on “Wildflower Phastasmagoria”
Enchanting and lovely
“Thin Place” I like that description a lot. There is a place deep in the forest with a little lake near us that my family has always referred to as a mystical place as if we would not be surprised to find a portal touching both worlds.