A walk in the forest.
See the woods, see a tree, see its bark, see a limb, see a twig, see a leaf. It rustles in gentle breeze.
Breathe in, breathe out, as focus goes from wide to narrow.
You live in each scale. The soft wind blows from forest to leaf.
Let me follow your will, Lord, in the weeks and days and in the moments equally.
(Letter #4045)
Daily Letters to God 