Saturday, June 1, 2019

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)