#321 of 366: Boundless Love, Jill Andrews

This. Song. Is. So. Pretty.

It really reminds me that I need to be outside more. I’ve described my hammock as “my happy place”, but I just realized I haven’t really used it much over the past two summers.

I wonder why that is? It deserves a think at some point. Too busy during summer vaca to lay in a hammock? Seems suspect. 🙂

“Child of flowers, child of trees, you are a child of these, child of fallen spinning leaves, you are a child of these, child of wild, roaming streams, you are a child of these, child of skies, child of seas, you are a child of these”

I just wrote child so much that it looks weird to me as I read it.

I need to forest bathe a little I think before it’s gets REAL cold. I’ve been thinking about it just haven’t been able to actually make myself do it. Maybe tomorrow!

Hope you’re as well as well can be.

Be good, do good.