My roots deep, limbs reaching high. Who could have seen such growth in the future, when I was a small shoot in mud?

Am I now being moved to a new realm? Do I grasp new soil?

Let me, Lord, grow where I am.

(Letter #4047)

A clearing, in dewy morn, alone. Readying for a long walk. I have done this before.

Lord, watch over my journey this day. I fear what I may find, as I have on so many other mornings. Those days you were with me; be so now.

Quiet this unruly mind as I stow gear and remove my traces. Let me not fear noon, hours away, but settle my attention on my preparations now.

Teach me presence, Lord.

(Letter #4046)

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)

Stone wall, stone floor, sharp edge. Stopped in my path, I hide around a corner in shadow.

I shiver here, when a step away is warmth and sun. What am I waiting for? Surprise beckons around this very corner.

I was on the way, Lord, let me walk again.

(Letter #4044)