...to 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.
I CELEBRATE myself;
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?