But if, as morning rises,
dreams are true?
when I remember how to love, it’s usually by remembering a sweet moment…
inquiry for today~ where do you huddle in and protect your sweet nothings?
Sometimes I wish I could photosynthesize so that just by being,
just by shimmering at the meadow’s edge or floating lazily on a pond,
I could be doing the work of the world while standing silent in the sun.
~Robin Wall Kimmerer