I have been graced with a spirit of wonder, amazement, and awe at the incredible diversity within the natural world. All of today’s marvels are in a single square mile just beyond my backyard. Day in and day out, the ordinary transforms into the extraordinary when I simply pay attention to the flora and fauna around me.
How many times has a common wasp been swatted rather than observed? A leafhopper flicked off a T-shirt instead of welcomed as a riot of color and design? Does anyone notice the miniscule sweat bee as it roots around looking for sustenance?
Compound flowers are rarely studied as individual blossoms, but are instead seen as a blur of color or vague shape. Stopping to inspect these beauties allows one to witness the delicate intricacy of each petal, stamen, and pistil—each nuanced shade of white, pink, lavender, yellow.
And feathers! Do we notice feathers because we can’t fly and yearn to? Do they remind us of freedom, angels, possibility? The feather is masterfully wrought—built to repel water, insulate the body, catch the air currents just right. Yet every one is also a delight in pattern, hue and texture.
Take a walk outside—even bring a magnifying glass—and truly look at the first plant or insect you see. You might just feel the amazing grace of creation, too.