May you allow the wild beauty of the invisible world
to gather you, mind you, and embrace you in
— John O’Donohue
My first thought when I think of sanctuary is sitting on the rocks in the woods. However, given the current snow and extreme cold temperatures, I’ve missed my woods visit for two days in a row. I feel the gap, like a longing almost, but as the cold day went on today, I kept feeling like I should be heading out there and yet delaying. Finally, I gave myself permission to not brave the cold in search of a sanctuary photo and as I looked outside at the icicles hanging from the porch roof I realized I had my sanctuary photo after all, because today sanctuary is indoors, not out!
Today’s reading and thinking about the woods also led me to think of one of my own past experiences with the wild beauty of the (nearly) invisible world:
…Like flower growing from rock
the world is full of tiny, perfect mysteries.
Secrets of heart and soul and landscape
taking root in hard crevices
in impossible silence.
via Woodspriestess: Stoneflower