By Barbara Falconer Newhall
Want to experience a miracle? Take a walk on one of Washington state’s San Juan Islands. Beach, forest, wetland, meadow — the various San Juan Islands ecosystems often coexist just steps from one another. An afternoon’s walk can take you past woodsy kinickinick, sun-loving oxeye daisies, and salty pickle grass wafting in the tide. Miracles all.
Two summers ago, I spent the second week of July taking pictures on a tiny peninsula on one of the San Juans. It was just a couple of acres, and just a few days, so the photos you see here represent but one small slice of what goes on flora-wise on the San Juans — and just a hint of what planet Earth will do, left to her own devices.
I don’t know if there’s a God out there, but it seems to me that we live in a miraculous world: on a few small acres in the Pacific Northwest, just one corner of the planet, so much desire, so much effort, so much complexity unfolding.
More San Juan Islands thoughts and photos at “San Juan Islands Flora: Or, I Cling, Therefore I Am.” If you enjoyed this post you might also like “The Hagia Sophia: Face to Face With Islam in a Christian Church.”
Barbara Falconer Newhall is the author of “Wrestling with God: Stories of Doubt and Faith,” from Patheos Press. She writes about her rocky spirtual journey — and the view from the second half of life — on her website, BarbaraFalconerNewhall.com.