Contentment
the body craveth foods, and the spirit is athirst for peacefulness, and he that hath these, hath enough, for all beyond is purely vanity... she is a gatherer of simples, culling wild herbs upon the hills,and now, as she standeth amongst the prairie grass, to rest her mind, and ease her dreary disappointment...
Her soul leans in and pines for peace...
Dost thou live? or only breathe and labour? The echoes of her children's voices stir in unison with the nature that surrounds her... She is quickened into Life, and full, for the time, with Contentment.
Who else is participating that I was made known of: Carole