A child, lying in the long grass, peeping into the world of elves and buttercups and bluebells and butterflies, observes everything at its purest: the delicate intricacy of a bee's wings; the lines on the blades of grass; the busy movement of an ant or the slow crawling of a snail. In such tiny worlds dreams are born.
In such tiny worlds one sees how everything is ordered and guided by a more beautiful hand than the one that smacks or corrects. In such tiny worlds one sees the sheer artistry of the Great Design that grows from the roots outwards. In such tiny worlds one sees who we are - the child within us, growing and being constantly created and drawing closer and closer to the Divine Image within us.
There is something to awe-inspiring about gazing upon the intricacy of the tiny wings of creatures - the kinds of creatures that people swat and carelessly brush aside. The attention to detail in all of Nature is utterly absorbing and filled with so many gentle lessons, don't you think?
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