The place where all beauty comes from…
“The sweetest thing in all my life has been the longing…to find the place where all the beauty came from” ~ C.S. Lewis
I think of Genesis as I wander about Pollywog Creek these stifling, humid mornings of summer.
The air is heavy, and I’m weighed down by sweat-drenched clothes and dew-soaked sneakers, and I swat at skeeters that nibble my ankles and sometimes question my sanity as I tip-toe ’round the pond.
Crazy lady with her camera. Whatever does she see out there in the wet grass and tangle of vines along the creek?
But truthfully, I can’t resist. God sprinkled beauty in unlikely places – in mud and grass and on rocks and cypress knees – and I don’t want to miss a thing.
It’s in the way dangling moss sparkles in the early morning light, and bullfrogs skip across the surface of the pond, and dragonflies with their gossamer wings poise along the barb-wire fence.
It’s in mockingbird serenades, and woodpecker fledglings, and perky dandelions dotting the fields.
And I wonder why we call them weeds when God called them good.
(C.S.Lewis quote HT Light for the Writer’s Soul – Victoria Gaines)