There is something truly beautiful about harvesting the tiny yield of imperfect carrots your back yard was able to produce, and then sit down a few meters away to wash and munch on a few in silence while the sun goes down.
Bliss.
There is something soothing about meeting good friends, you haven’t seen for years, thousands of miles away from where you last met them.
Re-energizing.
A colleague of mine who is moving to another job just emailed me before he left- on his last day- thanking me for sparking his interest in books and reading.
I just love it when that happens. The world needs more bookworms.
Readers become leaders.