we make a mark
on each other, families, neighborhoods, the world
actions and words
a smile or thought
we leave behind a piece of ourselves
handprints pressed into wet concrete
names proudly written for passersby to see
even years later
the marks remain
only lightly faded
long after the hands are grown and gone
the last stone is laid
acts are not random
life is interconnected
full of stories
the stories are all one
Grace Grits and Gardening
Farm. Food. Garden. Life.
Dust in the Wind – Kansas
“How many slams in an old screen door? Depends how loud you shut it.
How many slices in a bread? Depends how thin you cut it.
How much good inside a day? Depends how good you live ’em.
How much love inside a friend? Depends how much you give ’em.”
― Shel Silverstein