When I was 6 years old, I discovered a special little book in the school library called “Love is a Special Way of Feeling. This sweet book taught me that love is felt in the very simple acts of kindness that we show each other and in our appreciation of nature. Delicately drawn pictures complemented the endearing text.Love was simple and uncomplicated. Then I grew up and love became dramatic and intense. Attachment, expectations, rejection and betrayal colored my thoughts about love. Now as I enter my prime years, I have come full circle to the truth that love really is in the simple things in life and in the splendor of nature in all her glory.