This English writer reminds of an experience many of us had as children. How about taking a few minutes as an adult, to relive that privilege of musing in nature. "I lie on green bracken, amongst little yellow and magenta wild flowers whose names I don't know. I lie so close to the ground that my only view is of tall corn, so crisp that in the breeze it stirs with a noise like the rustle of silk." 
Tuesday, March 8, 2011
Being Childlike
This English writer reminds of an experience many of us had as children. How about taking a few minutes as an adult, to relive that privilege of musing in nature. "I lie on green bracken, amongst little yellow and magenta wild flowers whose names I don't know. I lie so close to the ground that my only view is of tall corn, so crisp that in the breeze it stirs with a noise like the rustle of silk." 
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