© 2010 Lynsey


I don’t recall a longer, warmer, dryer spell than we’re having right now. I love it. It’s the stuff of childhood memories – lying on the ground, looking up through the leaves into the blue, smelling the warm dirt and various plants, and listening to the buzz of insects. Maybe there’s a bird calling, or a plane overhead, or a neighbour roaring around with a lawnmower. Kids laughing, dogs barking – the summer celebration of life.

It makes me smile. I want lay back on the grass and somehow drink it all in through the very pores of my skin. To remember the peaceful days, the graceful, grateful days.


01. Every day is a fresh new day.
03. Every day is an opportunity to reflect on the past.
05. Every day is now. The present moment.

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