“We spend most of our time and energy in a kind of horizontal thinking. We move along the surface of things. . . but there are times when we stop. We sit still. We lose ourselves in a pile of leaves or its memory. We listen and breezes from a whole other world begin to whisper.”
2 Replies to “A Pile Of Leaves”
I’m sorry but…isn’t this the cutest picture in the world?
I haven’t heard that quote before… but I like it! 🙂