Saturday, August 29, 2020

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)