Walden Pond, Thoreau's Sacred pooL. I just returned from there. Where have your travels been taking you? Your Walks in the Night? DawN? Thoreau's essay, Walking? I read it walking to the work place, sidewalk slate by sidewalk slate, wobbling like a drunkard, almost loosing balance, his words were a strong wind smacking against the sails of the human heart, I almost was tossed overboard. Clenching my fingers, raising hands to the sky, the Grace of God given to my souL, never before have I felt such grandeur. When I finished, my friend, when I reached the work place, the miracle happened, the GracE of GoD Happened! The heavens opened up and the rains poured out onto my face! I walked even slower! Like a SnAiL! I let Him Spoil ME! I let Him Drench me With His GLORY! ThE FacE of GoD I believe I SAw, or the hem of his GarmEnt I touched! Read it if you haven't, and if you have, walk again with Walking, let the Father reach down and Feed you.

I feel happy. I feel cleansed by such a Baptism of Rain. I feel New. I feel I want to embrace the WorLd.I feel I want to entertain Strangers.