Today I feel the shape of a tiny acorn in my hand. Today I listen for the water of a cool spring. I feel the richness of the golden sun at dusk. Today I wrap myself in the lace tapestry of the maple tree’s leaves. I study the bark on a plump root.
Of all the voices clamoring for my attention, I choose to give it to this acorn, as though it were a bearer of truth.
Heidi D. Hansen