Quiet places... I stand on a rock softened by the layer of pine needles. I hear the air moving in and out... through my body, through the pine tree tops. The lake is sprinkled with small ripples as the breeze moves across. One soul is a a drop in the sea of life, just a small part of the overall whole, hardly a sprinkle, making no ripples. So it seems. Yet each person touches the lives around us, often in ways we do not fully realize, a kind word, a smile, willingness to listen... and this propagates outward, the breeze creating the ripples...
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i fell upon your blog and wanted to tell you how beautiful you write!
Thank you, Maria. Sometimes the words are inspired by the images or the experience; sometimes the images are inspired by words or thoughts.
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