Letter 4397
Rarely do I walk with another. Today I have a companion on my journey into and across the valley.
After early talk, we fall into a rhythm of walking and silence. We speak when necessary: rest time. Avoid these rocks.
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This neighbor, by whom I live, with whom I walk, knows my ways as well as I know theirs.
Yet we converse in silence. The currency of our bond is the years spent distantly, each working on our respective chores.
Let me speak friendship, finally and after many years. Perhaps this is the last walk.
Consider:
Can I express my love for others today?
Reading:
❖ “The most I can do for my friend is simply to be his friend. I have no wealth to bestow on him. If he knows that I am happy in loving him, he will want no other reward.” — Henry David Thoreau, A Week on the Concord and Merrimack Rivers
❖ “The beginning of love is to let those we love be perfectly themselves, and not to twist them to fit our own image. Otherwise we love only the reflection of ourselves we find in them.” — Thomas Merton, No Man Is an Island
❖ “A friend loveth at all times, and a brother is born for adversity.” — Proverbs 17:17 (KJV)
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~B.R.