Dearly Beloved, Grace and Peace to you.                     I'm not in these woods to get anywhere but to be here, to lay my eyes on these trees softly changing radiant with the mystery that's going on inside, to let leaves fall on me, to be one of the creatures here, to stop thinking that I see and start seeing, let my mind go fritter with the squirrels, let them all go, and not ponder being here but simply be here.

I could sit by the sea for hours, sit on a sandstone bluff overlooking the desert, sit on a mountain crag without needing to communicate or accomplish or understand or be elsewhere, but just to be there.

So I am with God: not to say anything, or think something, to apprehend or convey anything, but purely to be here, in this now, in this here, in this God.

I could sit here for hours, even in these few minutes, and all day long I have leaves in my hair.

                    Deep Blessings, Pastor Steve

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