Friday, April 17, 2020

Nothing has changed; everything has changed. I survey the rooms of my thoughts, my inner life. Where there were shadows there is light. Exhaustion gives way to energy.

Where is the reason? There is nothing to point to. These inner winds, blowing hot and cold, bear no relation to what is outside the door.

You have entered my thinking, Lord. O! Remain with me.

Let me welcome you.

(Letter #1,924)