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  • When I am down nature usually finds a way to speak to me, to give me a shred of peace...

    Like Richard Keeling, I find laying on the surface of mother earth in a bed of tall grass most exquisite. The sounds and scents of grass most healing. The scrappy sparrows that hang around my balcony help keep lonliness from being too painful. Flowers in my garden, flowers by the roadside, flowers that I nurse through the winter in my deep old sills.. Water in it's many forms; clouds, rain, soft rushing over bare legs in mid summer... Cool moss, pine trees, pines trees especially speak comfort to me and I don't know why. Doesn't matter, I'm just glad something does on those really down days.

    There are times when I am so down that nature's beauty, though all around me, seems cut off.. my heart is too grey then and I worry..

    I remind myself that I will feel joy again. It's just a matter of time, a matter of looking harder, a matter of being more grateful, a matter of being more giving...

    Until then, I remember the dandelions, the indomitable dandelions.
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