Pick a windless spring day, walk into a field away from the hustle and bustle, sit down, close your eyes ...... A kind of quiet, a kind of warmth, a sound flows into your heart. Not the wind blowing the grass, the spring ding-dong, this sound comes from the depths of life. Is it the roots that are spreading? Is it the stems and leaves pulling up? Is it the flowers trembling and opening? Or is it the rush of spring? The thumping of the heart is so real and vivid! Spring is the masterpiece of n...

Pick a windless spring day, walk into a field away from the hustle and bustle, sit down, close your eyes ...... A kind of quiet, a kind of warmth, a sound flows into your heart. Not the wind blowing the grass, the spring ding-dong, this sound comes from the depths of life. Is it the roots that are spreading? Is it the stems and leaves pulling up? Is it the flowers trembling and opening? Or is it the rush of spring? The thumping of the heart is so real and vivid! Spring is the masterpiece of n...