Sunday, July 10, 2011

In thanks... Mother Earth and for the bountiful abundance in my life, I am drawn to the words of Whitman.

Walt Whitman (1819–1892). Leaves of Grass. 1900.

And what I assume you shall assume;
For every atom belonging to me, as good belongs to you.

I loafe and invite my Soul;
I lean and loafe at my ease, observing a spear of summer grass.

What are you thankful for today?

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