I've never been comfortable at a shopping mall or theme park and have felt somehow apologetic and out-of-sync about that. Give me a mulchy path to meander instead: earth, trees, leaves, wind, light, sky, nature. In the clear-headedness of morning, with the birds and the chipmunks and the moss-covered rocks at stream's edge. It's the creation story all over again. Thoughts and breath like prayer.
When is the last time you found a personal note peeking out of your mailbox? From someone who gathered paper, pen or laptop (and thoughts) and focused solely on dear, wonderful you? Well, there will always be correspondence to open here. Love letters from life, written just for you.