All things share the same breath - the beast, the tree, the man... the air shares its spirit with all the life it supports.
Take only memories, leave nothing but footprints.
Man does not weave this web of life. He is merely a strand of it. Whatever he does to the web, he does to himself.
“Hope” is the thing with feathers—
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops—at all—
To belong, or to feel a sense of belonging, is a basic need, like food or shelter – it allows us to feel whole, safe and secure. It is attachment to community, home, and the people we love. -- an acceptance of who we are in our own space and time.
For me, abundance is not the possessions or material things we can collect throughout our lives. It is not owning a nice car, or having multiple homes, or wearing fine clothes and jewelry, or the amount of money we have to spend.
Oh what a Grace is this, by Emily Dickinson
Oh what a Grace is this,
What Majesties of Peace,
That having breathed
The fine -- ensuing Right
Without Diminuet Proceed!