Could you imagine being tiny enough to sit under the Lady's Mantle, watching the sun come through the drops like stained glass? I can...I could probably (LITERALLY) sit for an hour or more imagining myself small enough to sit under and on these leaves.
This is Cold Springs.
I have worshiped here; lazily walking through the the tall-as-hips grasses and watching for hummingbirds. I've breathed deeply here with my eyes shut and my head back, palms up, let SPIRIT fill me up like a cup.
This is also Cold Springs.
I've lain under this, and imagined myself at the doors of a great cathedral...and quickly realized I was not imagining one little bit.
Here is a place I could worship. It looks like a "church of my heart", does it not?
This is Brigid's Well in Kildare, Ireland.
I'm gonna go there one day and soak up all that Brigid's image means in my heart...
though my little Cold Springs will probably always hold more magic to me.