Camellia blossom and ant seen yesterday at the South Carolina Botanical Garden.
The plants that flower in January are particularly precious. I realized I was even holding my breath as I approached this spot of color in an otherwise sepia landscape yesterday. Pewter clouds swirled overhead, veiling the light, and the scent of cedar rose from the path like incense with each footstep I took. Water moved in the distance, leaving a faint trace of music on the air.
If it weren’t so cold out, I might have taken off my shoes. I know how to recognize holy ground by now.
Though it is really the moments that are holy. On another day, in another season, under a different sky, I might not have perceived the holiness in this pocket of the world. I am learning, slowly, to realize the sacred dimension is always there. The tricky part is waking up whenever I forget and begin sleepwalking again.
Awakening can wear many masks. This one was so beautiful.
How are you today? Are you awake, asleep, or somewhere in between?