Toward the end of one of our walks, camera and I were nearing the hermitage when we saw a bit of brown fluttering in a shady spot. Naturally, we were drawn to it.
When I asked if I could receive its image, to share its beauty for the glory of God, at first nothing happened. It continued to flutter in such a way that a clear image of the presumed butterfly would not have been possible.
I pondered for a second (often we only have a second or two to ponder with these little ones) and I said to it, “Even if you don’t think you are beautiful, I know that you are – because God made you.”
She then settled down on a leafy perch and allowed me to receive her image, spreading her wings nicely so that I could identify her as a Little Wood Satyr.*
Isn’t she lovely?
Perhaps from her I can learn of humility and obedience.
*I refer to this butterfly as female because that is my best guess. Male and female Little Wood Satyrs have very similar wing patterns. Either way, a blessing.
I just returned yesterday from a couple of days at my much-loved hermitage. God typically spoils me during this special time together, allowing me to experience beauty and receive it with both my heart and my camera lens.
Since one of my downfalls is that I often want to edit all of my photos at once and put them together in some grand fashion (often not completing the task), I decided that this time, I will simply edit and post one image every day or so until I run out.
Today’s image was one of the first I received upon arriving. I had not yet had lunch so I sat on the front step, as I often did in times past, and ate my peanut butter sandwich. Once back inside, I glanced out the window and saw two furry little heads sticking out from underneath the step where I had just been sitting!
It was quite the irony that a family of groundhogs were living under the porch of the cabin where I stayed, given that groundhogs have been my garden’s greatest challenge. However, I came to be quite fond of this little family, who seemed to be obedient but rather shy children of our Father.
OK, these images only depict the rain barrels I painted so that I could water our holy earth – but this blog seems that most appropriate place to share them.
With them, I celebrate beauty… and prepare to welcome more beauty as sunshine and warmer days approach.
Barrel #1 illustrates in word and image how the Kingdom of heaven is like the tiny mustard seed that grows to become an enormous bush and “the birds of the sky come and dwell in its branches” (Matthew 13:31)
A collage of images, the front and back of the barrel are in the center with close-ups of the detail around the perimeter.
Barrel #2 is dedicated to my butterfly friends who are, to me, themselves colorful, living stories of death and Resurrection. Some of the butterflies on the barrel represent loved ones of mine who are now with God. The waterfall I had not planned but it became the centerpiece – life-giving waters, indeed.
Yes, yes, I’ve lost my mind – anyone who would spend this much time painting tiny images on rain barrels has clearly lost her mind.
I have lost my mind in color and beauty and God.
All praise and glory to Him.
Did you think I had forgotten this blog? Or that the earth had ceased being holy?
Neither is true. I still have grand plans for my favorite images of 2015 -and 2016 is nearly half over.
So I must not delay sharing at least what is holy and beautiful on my lens now. (The rest can be posted “some day”.)
Some things are simply too grand to be held over for that future day “when there is time”…the day that often never arrives.
Like friend Sparrow posing regally, as though awaiting my canvas and brush. (4/30/16)
Like Lady Dogwood, enchantingly stretching out her branches, spilling visions of fluttering pink upon all who pass her sunlit path (5/6/16)
Or like pure and virginal Iris, drinking in Heaven’s gift showered down upon her thirsty soul… (5/21/16)