::I bequeath myself to dirt, to grow from the grass I love;/ If you want me again, look for me under your boot-soles./ You will hardly know who I am, or what I mean;/ But I shall be good health to you nevertheless,/ And filter and fiber your blood./ Failing to fetch me at first, keep encouraged;/ Missing me one place, search another;/ I stop somewhere, waiting for you. - Walt Whitman, Song of Myself:: On this, the 200th anniversary of Mr. Whitman’s birth, we celebrate that he is indeed good health to us. Thanks for teaching us to sound those barbaric yawps over the world’s rooftops, O Captain! #mindfulmoments #eachholyhour #waltwhitman #barbaricyawps #ocaptainmycaptain #waltat200
Each Holy Hour 