These days I am so easily moved. By the tiniest, darnedest things. A tree, a bird, the river. Things we know as lovely become magnified, almost God-like, as you come close to them. It feels melodramatic writing this, but it’s true. And you know I’ve never been religious; I even used to make a point about not being religious, to avoid being thought of that way by my peers. But I’ve discovered that learning to rest in solitude is in itself a religious experience.
