Seeing, really seeing: the fern

​ June in the Northwoods of Wisconsin is a magical time. I've been here since the first day of this mid-year month and have tried to listen deeply as life has unfolded before my eyes. It is a sacred experience.  To watch deeply, to observe with the eyes of one's heart, is to see hiddenness and obscurity revealed. Words fail me.
 
My camera has helped me capture what words cannot.
 
In the next several posts on Ruminations from my Journal, I'll let photos of my experience speak what my mind stumbles to articulate.  There is meaning here. I'm still seeking language. Maybe you can help me find the words that elude me.  
 
Look. See. Pay attention. 
"Look at the birds of the air, . . . See how the flowers grow.. . ." Mt 6

​Nothing much to see here.
But wait. Watch.

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​Oh, the beauty of these struggling fronds. The God-given power at work to break through to fullness. It takes time; we can't speed up the process. Rain, sun, warmth, and the fullness of days. . .

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The lovely becoming journey.
​Already, but not yet.

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Then, in a blink of an eye, while I forgot to be attentive,
​they are full and mature and so lovely.

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"To stop moving around, to sit quietly on the grass, to switch off the world and come back to the earth, to allow the eye to see a willow, a bush, a cloud, a leaf, is an 'unforgettable experience.'"
Frederick Franck 
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June 1, the beginning

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Mid-June

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Thank you, God of Creation and Lord of Creativity!
"Be still and know that I am God." Ps 46