It’s the little things, the wonderful things. That visit us and tell us a story. That we may only glimpse in a moment of just looking, a momentary glance. Or not at all and dismiss in the same breath.. Like when you were walking and a dried fallen leaf rustled along the pavement by the breeze to catch up with you, to feel your energy and be close to your shadow, to soothe you. To distract you from your mind that you were so caught up in to say look, I am here, I am not just a dry leaf, I lived, I took in the sunshine, I breathed in the air and gave it back to you so that you could breathe, and look at me now, I am still graceful now and the wind is helping me to dance at your feet I care about you, I even give you a satisfying crunch as you walk over me. It’s all for you. Therein lies the grace of everyday life..
Posted on: Thu, 18 Sep 2014 15:29:33 +0000
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