Very. The butterflies flying past me gave me a great sense of spirituality. The gnat buzzes around the petals of a white Queen Anne’s lace. I feel warm, calm, and serene. The sun beats down, warming the Earth, but I am kept cool as I sit in the shade. I am at peace.
I remember imagining I was having conversations with the trees in my back yard as a child. I was about 8. I remember imagining I was having a conversation with the rain tap tap tapping on my windowpane, too. Nature always had things to say; all I had to do was listen.
Things We Forget 
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