It amazes me that something so fragile seems to have no fear. She pushes up through the soil and detritus of the forest floor, in spite of the danger that surrounds her… passing feet of woodland creatures and the occasional hiker, falling pine-cones and twigs, and even the rain. And let’s not forget the insects that pass by and take a nibble =D
I find myself wondering if I am that brave. Do I stand my ground when I am surrounded by “dangers”… the judgement and opinions of others, my own doubt, wanting to do things perfectly or not at all, distractions of modern technology… I fear she is braver than I. But I take comfort in knowing that I can face those dangers, if I so choose.
BIG little BIG ... life as I see it. 