Sunday’s Direction

It was a quiet day in the woods. Overcast and cool, fifties with a dampness that hung in the air — leftover from the week’s rains. There were no birds courting, no snakes or turtles crossing my path. Just me.

Just me and an assortment of recent conversations — with my friend Rhonda about right action and resistance, with my friend Judith about the incarnations of God, with myself about intentions and authenticity.

I took a deep breath, inhaled the smells of the pine tree and honeysuckle and whispered into the breeze — “I am asking for help, show me some direction…I’m not lost, I just don’t know where I’m going.”

Then I set out on my walk and almost immediately received my reply: Love.

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