Around us, life bursts with miracles–a glass of water, a ray of sunshine, a leaf, a caterpillar, a flower, laughter, raindrops. If you live in awareness, it is easy to see miracles everywhere. Each human being is a multiplicity of miracles. Eyes that see thousands of colors, shapes, and forms; ears that hear a bee flying or a thunderclap; a brain that ponders a speck of dust as easily as the entire cosmos; a heart that beats in rhythm with the heartbeat of all beings. When we are tired and feel discouraged by life’s daily struggles, we may not notice these miracles, but they are always there.
We are all naturally seekers of wonders. We travel far to see the majesty of old ruins, the venerable forms of the hoary mountains, great waterfalls, and galleries of art. And yet the world’s wonder is all around us; the wonder of setting suns, and evening stars, of the magic spring-time, the blossoming of the trees, the strange transformations of the moth . . .
The problem with cats is that they get the exact same look on their face whether they see a moth or an axe-murderer.
True native plant gardeners are a strange breed for sure. They plant nectar sources for pollinator species and host (food) sources predominately for butterfly and moth larvae (caterpillars). They are the only gardeners I know that are disappointed if the fruits of their labor are not at least partially consumed by what most gardeners would deem “pests”. They don’t go running to grab the nearest pesticide spray. Instead, they celebrate what comes . . .