Listen to the trees as they sway in the wind.
Their leaves are telling secrets. Their bark sings songs of olden days as it grows around the trunks. And their roots give names to all things.
Their language has been lost.
But not the gestures.
Vera Nazarian, The Perpetual Calendar of Inspiration
I was very happy this morning to wake to a fine weather day.
Breezy with some clouds, but blue skies means the dust has cleared and that is a very good thing.
After not walking for the past week, it was time to wander and explore again.
Look at everything as though you were seeing it for the first time or the last time. Then your time on earth will be filled with glory.
Betty Smith
I noticed that a couple of my crocheted hearts are still right where I hung them. One is off the beaten path and the other in clear view. I wonder if they've been noticed at all, or is everyone too busy doing whatever they're doing to truly pay attention. I see people glued to their phones even when they are walking and that truly boggles my mind. To me, getting outside means connecting with nature. My phone goes with me purely for photo opportunities and nothing else.
The quality of life is in proportion, always, to the capacity for delight. The capacity for delight is the gift of paying attention.
Julia Cameron
Have a wonderful Wednesday,