There’s nothing like the outdoor quietness of a Sunday morning around here. Bentley and I stood still for a few seconds and there was absolute silence…..just us and nature all around us, trees and goldenrod, blue sky mixed with clouds, and the early morning sun shining through. It didn’t last long before the inevitable tire sounds on gravel, the far-distant jet, a bird singing in some nearby tree, and the comforting clucking of chickens. But for that few seconds, in such perfect stillness, I felt so at one with the all, with God, and it was kind of a magical, goose-bumpy moment. For me, that’s what religion is about. It’s an all-the-time thing, of course, our oneness with God, but in moments like this, I’m very conscious of it, very mindful, grateful.
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