Tuesday, March 30, 2021

When walking, and I see sticks on the ground, let me not kick them to the side but clear the way with care.

Let me not leave my garments in a heap, but fold and hang them.

The day is filled with choice upon choice. Let me approach each as one who is devoted to the craft of living.

When I reflect on the day, let it have been filled with care and devotion, moment by moment.

Let it start with these sticks.

(Letter #2,271)