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)
Daily Letters to God 
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