"Rest is not idleness, and to lie sometimes on the grass under trees
on a summer's day, listening to murmur of the water, or watching
the clouds float across the sky, is by no means a waste of time."
John Lubbock
It is not unusual to walk barefooted through the grass, at least for me. There is some form of pleasure, a tickling of sorts. Even if I stand perfectly still, some motion of cleansing transpires between my toes.
So when time is made to lie down in the grass, I am easily transported out of my worry and fear. My fingers find joy stroking each tender blade of grass. The firm support felt beneath my body, relaxes muscles and firms my soul.
It is profound to experience the collaboration between the earth, body and sky. The eyes wander through individual tree branches, while the ears devoutly listen to the sweet sounds floating in the wind. The silent messages seemingly arrive from nowhere.
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