This is the place where I go to sit on a rock, to think / meditate / pray. No, that’s not quite right. This is the place I go when I need to be outside, when I need to be alone, when I need to breathe fresh air. Once I’m there, something about it compels me to sit on that rock and do these things. I’m still not sure who I am praying to. I think I’m praying to myself, but I do confess that recently a little of what I am praying seems to be leaking out to somewhere else. But I do know what I am praying for. I probably look silly, and sometimes I even cry a little. I still don’t always know why. But if someone were to stop and ask me if I was all right I’d tell them yes, everything was absolutely great. And it would be true.
