Only about thirty minutes of daylight remain. All week long I have been cooped up in my classroom with ten understandably recalcitrant adolescent boys, doing state testing. I need to leave the stress behind, and refresh body and soul. I grab my point-and-shoot and head to the wilderness area behind the house.
Something is calling my name. I will know it when I find it, or more precisely, when it finds me. Is it the tuft of dried grass glowing in the last fiery remnants of day? Is it the desiccated sunflower? Perhaps it is the lichen-covered stone.
Oh, it is you, tiny white flowers! I do not know your name, but this I do know: You are my bread in this wilderness, you are the wine that refreshes. I kneel before you in awe and wonder. Te adoro.
nearly crushed by careless boot
Text and photo © 2012 by Magical Mystical Teacher
Photo: Northern Arizona
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