Dear God, walking these grounds, the smell of growing things reaches me. The air is still. I can feel the skin in my belly stretch as I breathe deeply.
I move without exertion. I walk without destination. O Lord, I am alive in this body and that is enough!
Free me from exhilaration, which spins my thoughts; from despair which falsely weighs me down.
Let me walk and breathe today without greater goal than to grow nearer to you.
(Letter #1,603)
