A poem sent from Adele that I thought we could all share.

It’s written by the Scotsman John Muir

who founded the National Parks in America

"The sun shines not on us but in us.

The rivers flow not past, but through us.

Thrilling, tingling, vibrating every fibre and cell of the substance of our bodies, making them glide and sing.

The trees wave and the flowers bloom in our bodies as well as our souls, and every bird song, wind song, and tremendous storm song of the rocks in the heart of the mountains is our song, our very own, and sings our love."



Dont forget the on going meditation is to look up at the sky,

feel the wind on your face, while you can when you can.

And also 'The Guest Teacher’ will be found in my Virtual Classroom ( Link – Here )

                                                                                                   With love