Trumpet Lichen

What happens when we slow our lives down enough to partake in the beauty at the micro level? These trumpet lichen are the size of a few grains of rice, yet their amazing, flared tops are not for capturing moisture, but for anchoring the power of the raindrops to disperse its spores. When was the last time you slowed down enough to experience only a few square yards on a hike...probably when you were a child? What's stopping you now? How are you leveraging your abilities to catapult those metaphorical raindrops?

I have been fascinated with these beings for a very, very long time.  They always remind me of the faery, the magical, the whimsical, and what moves around us… just out of sight.  There is an entire universe, or more, dwelling under our feet, that when we take the time to still ourselves, and look – not just see- until we notice entire cities, tribes, races, civilizations, that are creating and breaking down and sharing and warring…it is simply amazing and somewhat humbling.

And, if we were able to look even more closely, to the microscopic level, we would find that those beings we thought were small, are actually monsters compared to the microscopic…and so it goes, on and on.  So, if this is happening on the micro scale, what if it is also occurring on the macro level?  What if the Earth is a sentient being and we are mere microscopic players on her surface?  What if what we think of as a lifetime is no more than the flash of an eye for Earth?  That we don’t know what’s happening on the macro level because we can’t – or don’t – change the pace of our reality to see the bigger picture.  So what if Earth is no more than an atom in the bigger scheme of things?  Sort of makes you feel small, and perhaps a little insignificant.