Then I took one of this weed.
So pretty and fragile! As I finished taking the photo my leg brushed against it and the fluff blew away as if it had never been there.
As W.B.Yeats says so beautifully, the magic things are always there waiting for us...we're the ones that need the refining.
I find this takes time. And it takes intent. And sometimes a glass of wine.
Even though I'm all about going out into nature, I often resist actually taking the time to do it, and I resist even more having to wrestle my mind away from its musings to notice what's happening around me.
Today I finally did, albeit reluctantly, and here's what happened:
- a hummingbird stopped a foot from my face in mid-air and looked at me
- I found a baby squash
- hundreds of tiny frogs hurled themselves to the sides as I walked down a path in the woods, as if I were splashing through puddles and the frogs were drops of water
- two deer that had been standing just to the side of the path dashed into the woods as I approached
- a heron and I startled each other
- a cardinal swooped in an arc across my path in a dark stretch of woods
- mosquitoes picked up on my scent, passed the word, and swarmed in like a pack of heat-seeking missiles...oh yes, THAT's why I resist! Where the &*#$ is W.B.Yeats when the mosquitoes are out??