Tuesday, October 16, 2007

Simple Pleasures


It is better in prayer to have
a heart without words
than words without a heart.

Mahatma Gandhi

I'm remembering all of the simple pleasures of childhood, today. A walk through the autumn leaves, collecting and ironing those leaves behind wax paper. Saving fallen nuts and putting them in bowls. Hanging up old sunflowers heads with raffia so the birds can feast. Breathing the crisp fall air and letting it flow through all of the weary areas.

You don't need words when you feel one with nature. You just are and it's wonderful.

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Michele Bilyeu blogs "With Heart and Hands" as she journeys between Douglas, Alaska and Salem, Oregon.