Here's a random thought. Grass is kind.
Not only is it food for a very large number of creatures, and a defender against errosion that keeps our land beautiful, but it is also kind. Grass is a wonderful coushin for cloud and star gazing, or taking a nap on a warm spring's day. If you listen carefully, you can almost here it beckoning to you, "Come, lay upon me, and rest."
Compare it to, say, a thistle. Thistles cover themselves with thorns. It seem they don't want ANYONE to touch them. I'm not saying they're mean, though. They just want to be left alone.
But grass . . . grass is kind biggrin
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Contemplatives
This journal will simply be a place where I talk about the various thoughts and ponderings that come into my mind. Well, at least the major ones.
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