Whispers of Frozen Flowers

I stared at the prairie grass this morning and it waved at my gaze.

I stared at the prairie grass frozen and covered in snow, and I heard it whisper.

In the whispers of the grass I am told that life is adaptation – that adaptation is what I must become if I am to stay becoming.

Through adapting to circumstances I’ve come to learn so much. I’ve learned that a daily period of quiet time doesn’t have to be surrounded in silence.

Rather, there may be the sound of the wind in my ear, dogs barking, or a baby laughing.

The quiet is really in the mind, even when the world is loud.

And the quiet is in the heart.

Because only when the heart is quiet, can you hear the whispers of the frozen grass.

Because only when the heart is quiet, can you hear and feel the beating in the chests of others’.

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