The whisper telling me to look, surely delighted to hear my laughter when my eyes met the image’s gaze. Oh, it could be my hair when I wake up in the morning. Could be the explosion of softness bursting from the daunting thorns. Could be so many images. Nature’s Rorschach test eliciting different images depending upon your mood. I know I am a simple woman, but to ponder the metaphors gifts such a delight. But beneath each one, I return to the one the whisper spoke when her soft hand said to look,

“May the beauty of your life become more visible to you, that you may glimpse your wild divinity.”

~ John O’Donohue, Beauty: The Invisible Embrace