Some days are quiet and Life’s whispers are simple. To bend down and touch the earth’s warmth and texture are cherished gifts. To not take for granted the ability to walk, bend, move my hand, or fingers that feel. Such simple acts yet broken dreams for so many who cannot. Then to begin to rise and feel the whisper. Looking down, a shadow to some, but in that moment, earth’s sweet hand reaching and whispering, “Stay just a moment longer.” And my kneeling whisper back, “I am here. “