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I spent much of yesterday in a meadow of daisies, just sitting, being, listening to the birds and hum of insects, the sound of the wind in the grasses.
The energy was magical; a sense of tree spirits, Native spirits who once roamed this land, various energy forms, all hanging out in this meadow.
The light was very clear that day. Everything was in a kind of hyper focus... Nothing hidden from view.
Or so I thought.
When I looked at this photo, it surprised me! The way the light streams in like actual rays. And the misty bluish haze to the left, looking like a spirit from what I've seen of spirit photos.
There is much unseen in the seen world—the ways of God in a meadow.
The energy was magical; a sense of tree spirits, Native spirits who once roamed this land, various energy forms, all hanging out in this meadow.
The light was very clear that day. Everything was in a kind of hyper focus... Nothing hidden from view.
Or so I thought.
When I looked at this photo, it surprised me! The way the light streams in like actual rays. And the misty bluish haze to the left, looking like a spirit from what I've seen of spirit photos.
There is much unseen in the seen world—the ways of God in a meadow.
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