For the Wednesday Wake-Up Call Joanne Young Elliot asked us to go outside and pay attention with all our senses to the environment we found ourselves in. I stepped out my front door to see acorns scattered across the lawn. I stooped down to pick one up in my hand and it was as if it wrote this poem in my palm. It was a beautiful moment of being joined with nature. The acorns I had grumbled about yesterday became a thing of wonder and beauty. I looked up at the tree that dropped them to say thank you. Too often I find too much to complain about. Nature was telling me I should spend more time reciting joy.
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Glad the oak has a poem to recite to her little ones
Monty