When I began my walk I wasn’t thinking about mushrooms. But there they were—in fun, fascinating colors—popped up along the path. Coral mushrooms raised their many arms in praise.
Pale purple caps with touches of ochre and ivory lay prostrate in forest detritus as if in silent prayer. A few short steps away brilliant orange peel fungus shouted: Glory be! Its chalice-like cup would do in a pinch to serve communion.
A pair of yellowish mushrooms showed off “stitched” white edges. I was reminded of fancy hats worn to church by some women.
Just when I thought there were no more fungi to see, I nearly tripped over a red-capped russula that had been pulled up and flipped. It looked like an odd trumpet playing music to the earth. Was it a hymn?
The last mushroom on the trail was a stalwart fellow whose sturdy stem seemed pillar-like. I was reminded that the faith of ordinary people is every church’s true foundation. And all the mushrooms said: Amen!
All photos © Sondra Sula.
Sondra Sula's Blog: The Nature of Spirituality 
2 replies on “Amen to Mushrooms”
Magnificent words and pictures, dear Sondra.
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being allergic to them, i tend to veer away from mushrooms. but these in your photos are magnificent! and of course your account suits them so. simply lovely.
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