“Heaven is under our feet as well as over our heads.”– Henry David Thoreau, Walden Pond

Every day, we are so extremely blessed; besides a million or so heartbeats we enjoy

There are trillions of other wee gifts— such as the silence of the land

tiny little presents, of everyday joys;

gusting like small soft breezes,

as we move throughout the day

(and in some cases, the night, or almost night)

Sometimes I think I would like to ‘know the future.  To be able to turn the page, like we do in books’, then I tell myself–

Perhaps, I really don’t want that knowledge

I would miss the changes throughout the time I am living in

Therefore, I remind myself—until the cords of my soul are cut from my body;  I will wear out each hour of the day, with contentment and peace.

From my world to your heart,

Linda