When you contemplate God, who or what appears in your mind's eye? I have a recurring image of walking into an old monastery garden, down a gravel path, to where a figure waits for me on ancient stone bench. I don't see a face, just experience a presence of amazing love, complete peace. I sit down and God clasps both of my hands, saying softly, joyfully, "Tell me everything." (Cloister at the Basilica of St. Paul Outside the Walls, Rome)
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.