In particular, I found praying very disturbing, like swimming with bricks tied to your feet. And yet I was drawn to it constantly.
“I feel like God has forgiven me of so much, that I will forgive everyone who has hurt us.”
“I remember a hundred lovely lakes, and recall the fragrant breath of pine and fir and cedar and poplar trees. The trail has strung upon it, as upon a thread of silk, opalescent dawns and saffron sunsets.”