A very small wonder

The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.”
― W.B. Yeats

(A very tiny fiery skipper butterfly perched upon the equally tiny yellow bloom of Mexican Tarragon / Julie Cook / 2014)

“The most beautiful thing we can experience is the mysterious. It is the source of all true art and science. He to whom the emotion is a stranger, who can no longer pause to wonder and stand wrapped in awe, is as good as dead —his eyes are closed. The insight into the mystery of life, coupled though it be with fear, has also given rise to religion. To know what is impenetrable to us really exists, manifesting itself as the highest wisdom and the most radiant beauty, which our dull faculties can comprehend only in their most primitive forms—this knowledge, this feeling is at the center of true religiousness.”
― Albert Einstein

Sometimes, for no apparent reason, we find ourselves overwhelmed
or rather perhaps it’s that we are actually underwhelmed. . .
Over and under with all of life.
Tears sit perched, just behind the eyes, anxious to spill forth,
Why that is, is anyone’s guess.
Steps are laboriously slowed as shoulders deeply slump,
There is certainly no bounce of step today.

An empty gaze skims the surface, barely taking in the immediate surroundings,
When suddenly, way down there, just by the left foot, the eyes lock in on the slightest, the tiniest, the most demure movement.
What is that sitting just atop that tiny yellow bloom?
Is it some sort of bug?
No. . .
it appears to be the most tiniest of butterflies, no bigger than a fly.
And just when the heart seemed to have taken a sickly chill, dulling itself to an empty beat,
this tiniest of wonders happens to happen by, warming that which had turned sullenly cool.





4 comments on “A very small wonder

  1. Lynda says:

    Absolutely beautiful photos – the colours are so vibrant and life-giving. God’s creation certainly is balm to the soul. Blessings.

  2. Beautiful pictures Julie! Your close-up pictures are great! Have a great weekend, stay away from the yellow jackets and chain saws! We are headed to Black Mountain in the morning 🙂 Big hugs 🙂

    • Oh I wish I was going along—have fun—take your camera—I worked at Camp Merri Mac for girls throughout college—it was a grand experience. Spencer and Dot Boyd were the directors and with Spencer’s death two years ago, their youngest son, Adam now runs the camp with my dear old friend, and his older brother, Bobby.
      There is a beautiful college, Montreat Anderson—or it may have morphed into something else by now, located past the camp and actually past Billy Graham’s mountain home which is also on that road—but you never would have known they were there—just a nondescript drive off that main road running up to the college. I left a piece of my soul there all those many years ago—Black Mt and the camp were a very special part of who I am today as it was my time there at camp that cemented my wanting to be a teacher 🙂
      Of course that was 35 or more years ago and I’m certain Black Mt is no longer the little dot of the road that it once was…
      take lots of pictures—

  3. Loved the butterfly pics, loved the quotes, loved the post!!! Hugs, N 🙂

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