I live by habit, walking the same ways through each day.
There is no path from one moment to the next. Each direction leads to each. The day is cascading possibility.
I think I march upon the trail, but I am in flight, a dragonfly, fearsome and free and small and nimble.
Lord, buoy me with warm wind underwing. Each choice is new freedom. Let me choose and choose again.
(Letter #2,479)
Daily Letters to God 
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