I have mapped the day already, and planned my path. Arrogance and folly, for you will determine my steps.

The road may wash out, the bridge may crumble, a new way may open. Who am I to predict?

I have a ball of fear inside me due to conversations that may happen days hence. I dread the calamity that has not yet come to pass, for it might.

O Lord, let me cease looking ahead. Let me fill my moments with thoughts only of today.

(Letter #2,060)

The water of the ocean rises to the clouds, falls and becomes streams and rivers, and returns to the sea.

The child grows, creates a family, and bears offspring.

All is circulation. I awaken and wonder what will befall me. I see battles looming. Instead, let me be a member of your economy. Let me give and receive, take and pass on.

Let me be a step along the way of your design, Lord.

(Letter #2,059)

Breathe here with me. Let me breathe you in, and out.

I will wait before working.

Yesterday’s anxious movements are in the past. Today I will walk slowly into the fields to labor.

Let each moment unfold like a flower, imperceptibly, taking up all the time allotted.

Slow my breathing, slow my walking, slow my speech, slow my desires. Let a full day pass between dawn and dusk.

Thy will be done.

(Letter #2,058)

Coins found on the ground.

Rescue from calamity.

Sun on chilled limbs.

Lord, let me live more gratefully today.

(Letter #2,057)