Wildflower Phastasmagoria


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

Wildflowers, Spring, Flowers, Great Smoky Mountains, Beauty, Nature, Flora, Inspiration, Faith, God, The Prince of Tides

3 thoughts on “Wildflower Phastasmagoria

  1. “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.

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