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God exists quietly. When I sit still and contemplate the breeze that moves upon me I can hear Him. For hours I would lay flat upon the meadows, stare at the endless field of blue sky and revel in the divine placement of all things. I would walk alone in the woods and let my mind wander freely, stumble across theories on the origins of myself and all things. In nature I knew all things had their place. None supreme, none insignificant and so great peace would come to me as I fit neatly in the folds between dawn and twilight. Living in sync with the rhythm of the earth, eating what we grew, warming ourselves by the coal fire, creating myself in the vast silence that existed between the wild mountains of Alaska and our front porch. I grew to love the Nature of God. I knew Him best not in churches, but alone with the sun shining on me through the trees. It birthed a space in me that would continue to crave the sacred and demand sanctity as my life took flight and lit out to travel the world. It has grounded me and held me steady in the strong winds that have carried me so far from where I have been. Prayer is the greatest swiftest ship my heart could sail upon. - Jewel |