“There is poetry among the wildflowers.”― Rachel Irene Stevenson
“How lavishly are the flowers scattered over the face of the earth! One of the most perfect and delightful works of the Creation, there is yet no other form of beauty so very common. Abounding in different climates, upon varying soils -not a few here to cheer the sad, a few there to reward the good but countless in their throngs, infinite in their variety, the gift of measureless beneficence wherever man may live, there grow the flowers.”― Susan Fenimore Cooper
The daily call of noticing
Practice of wonder
Rigor of reverence
Discipline of awe
All the beauty lavishly scattered
At our feet, in, on, throughout this very day
Sacred ground
Common, ordinary hours
Alive and flourishing
Pay attention
Linger and loaf
Soft heart
Open arms
Awake and aware
Poetry and prose
Lens of love
“But to live is to be conscious. To walk through a field of flowers and stop to feel the softness of each petal, to inhale the perfume of each blossom.”― Terah Shelton Harris, Where the Wildflowers Grow