Out here in the woods I can think of nothing except God
and it is not so much that I think of Him either. I am as aware
of Him as of the sun and the clouds and the blue sky and the
thin cedar trees. When I first came out here, I was asleep . . .
But I read a few lines from the Desert Fathers and then, after that,
my whole being was full of serenity and vigilance. Continue reading