Do not despise your own place and hour.
Every place is under the stars,
every place is the center of the world.
~John Burroughs, (1837 – 1921)
My Path with Stars Bestrewn
Do not despise your own place and hour.
Every place is under the stars,
every place is the center of the world.
~John Burroughs, (1837 – 1921)
My Path with Stars Bestrewn 
i love that the streams of light have found their way through the woodland and settled atop the bobbing blue head of that sweet little scilla. just lovely. deeply conveys a sense of “being found.” even in the depths of the woods.
It was a moment of enchantment to be sure. Thank you, dear friend. xoxo
I love this, Amy– thank you for passing on the wisdom! And the lovely photo, as always.
The pleasure is all mine, dear Devon! Delighted to know this resonated. Much love to you~ xoxo
Very nice prose and I love the picture, so delicate.
I used to be a comparer. No matter what I was doing, where I was doing it–I worried it was not enough. No more:). It was a wonderful yoke to shed. And this quote says it all–if we can get this, we can master contentment. Beautiful, as always. XXOO