What places a little vine growing in the forest can take me!
What’s been impressing itself upon me, calling me to ponder upon it recently, is the experience of beauty in the forest ~ what it feels like, what it means.
Come into the forest with me . . .
Look at that little vine (Sweet-scented Bedstraw), in its spiralling embrace of the big old cedar; does it know what a perfectly pretty-as-a-picture vision it’s creating?
It seems to me that we must all of us beings ~ plants, animals, humans, mountains, galaxies . . . all of us that form matter in this vast creation ~ we must all be hard-wired to resonate with each other, our senses all in harmony to recognize beauty in each other. We’re all made from the same stuff ~ stardust! from the big bang. We’re all one.
My goodness, what places a little vine growing in the forest can take me!
