Good morning, my Lord. You have set my heart and mind ablaze with energy. To what end am I to act? This overflow, this abundance: let it not spill to the ground, wasted.
My heart pumps, my thoughts crackle. My back feels sturdy as an oak, my fingers nimble, my sight keen. I feel every wisp of inhalation as the air moves through my throat.
The world, in the present moment, glows.
O, how easy to be thankful when I receive such gifts!
(Letter #1,744)
