This afternoon I smelled a yellow rose that was beyond heaven.
I spied a lotus blossom all alone, stretching up and breathing beauty at me.
And then I saw a giant, gnarled, tangled, graceful tree with wisps of leaves dancing in the wind, that I want to be when I grow up.
And suddenly I thought of something that I read once: that the path to wisdom is three-fold; through intuition, nature and culture.
This recollection fires my soul….and it makes me want to slip off my clothes, grab every child’s wrist that I can, to join me and splash in a giant puddle together.