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A perfect day for pilgrimage.
A slow steady rain, the trees outside my window shrouded in mist,
their branches occasionally stirred by an imperceptible wind.
My candle is lit, steam rises from the cup of tea beside it.
It is a quiet day.
May my inward space reflect that outward hush.
There is no where I have to be, no where I have to go.
The only pressing engagement is the one that I have with myself.
To allow enough stillness in myself to let God come to me.
My heart has heard you say, “Come and talk with me.”
And my heart responds, “Lord, I am coming.” Psalm 27:7-8