Monday, November 29, 2010

Whisperings of grasses

 Rural countryside, en route for Lauzerte

"What I know in my bones 
is that I forgot to take time to remember what I know.  
The world is holy.  We are holy.  
  All life is holy.  
Daily prayers are delivered on the lips of breaking waves,
the whisperings of grasses, 
the shimmering of leaves,"
~   Terry Tempest Williams

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