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