Sitting outside this early morning, with the sun kissing my skin, enveloped in the essence of this day. I’ve picked up the book I’ve been reading, Once Again The Wonder, by Richard Quinney. Through his penned string of words, he quotes Thich Nhat Hanh.

And, I hear some whispers from my father, whose presence has left this earth 370 days ago today.

I’m now gazing at the trees and feeling grace.