This is the mystical experience that happened to Cat when the veil of mind dropped, and the gift of wonderment that was presented to her.
One fine fall day, Cat went to Source's Woods. The sun was shining, and it was this bright light that Cat was seeking in the form of a flower called Goldenrod.
Goldenrod was a-plenty everywhere you went. One could find Goldenrod growing pretty on lush green lawns as ornamentals, or growing behind the local mall on poor sandy soil amidst Dandelion and Red Clover, bursting bright with golden energy nevertheless.
Or even in abandoned fields, one could find Goldenrod growing 6 feet, even 7 feet tall, growing in Goldenrod families with all sizes of flowers, some with gall balls and some without, and surrounded by other wild-hearted friends like Curly Dock and Purple Aster.
Source's Woods had many Goldenrod flowers growing alongside the road, but there were many happily growing along the trails and in open clearings.
Mind was very chatty that day, much to Cat's dismay. No matter how many times Cat put mind aside, still mind came back to chatter about some such nonsensical thing. Always the same, you know, and if not one thing, then the other. But trash is trash nonetheless, and it would seem that Cat had nothing to do but to bear it. Or watch it.
Too bad, because there in that quiet clearing ---one came to it off one of the trails--- were many Goldenrods just waiting to share their energy.
And mind, so virulent, was in the way.
"I'm looking for Goldenrod, for medicine," Cat said aloud, using mind to give direction.
But alas, all the Goldenrod flowers seemed to be almost spent, even though their yellow flowers were still intact. It seemed all the flowers had lost their vibrancy; all seemed so dull, that Cat thought she had come too late in the season for Goldenrod.
Cat was about to give up, what could she do, after all, with such a barrage of thoughts in the way. Half an hour had passed by, and despite such avid looking, her paper bag seemed rather empty, as if mind was only looking for perfection in the form of a flower.
But then, mind dropped.
Mind dropped, and the wall that was veiling Cat's eyes was no longer.
And suddenly, all the Goldenrods shone with a light so vibrant in their yellow coloring.
Mind now gone, the Goldenrods started calling to Cat to come and share in their blissful energy.
"Oh me, pick me!" said one Goldenrod.
"Take me, take me!" said another.
"Yoohoo, over here!" called yet another.
And filled with the silence of the field, mind long gone, as if it never was, Cat's large paper bag filled up quickly with Goldenrod tops.
Time had passed, not long it seemed, but Cat had to go. as she had an appointment to attend to. Such things that humans do that flowers do not!
Near the end of the clearing, where the trail continued, Cat felt a tugging of energy, a pull to explore a wee bit further.
"Oh, please," it said, "come this way."
"Really, I must go," Cat balked, but she followed the tug as if led on a trail of fairy dust.
And what should she find but a large patch, no, two large patches of Violets, all growing alongside the trail. Their leaves were larger than her hand, and such a deep, rich green color.
Cat was so happy that she had stayed, so delighted to collect Violet leaves, such good medicine! It was their joy to share their energy with her, and it was her joy to be there with wonderment in her heart.
Cat said good-bye and quickly made her way along the trail. She thanked all the plants for their medicine, and for sharing their sweet energy with her. She hopped on her bike with her bag of flowers and leaves, and rode away into the twilight sun.
Such heart-to-heart adventures are good to remind us of the simple beauties in life, and to keep our sense of wonderment alive.
Story: Copyright Catherine Wilson, 2019.
Original Photos, some with Photo-Manipulation by Cat.