“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