I painted, rested, had a good phone conversation, read three chapters and prayed today.
Different this evening, my walking after a long lingering day at home.
I’m wearing my glasses, no need for contacts at 7:00 on a Sunday evening.
White paint on my new shorts and my phone in a pouch strapped round my waist, the convenient thing my children made fun of.
The Labrador and I walked in a good rhythm, I allowed him the time to sniff the grass or whatever he discovered.
No music, no perky and/or intentionally subdued voice of podcast education.
No intentional distractions.
The tall pines wore halos, a beautiful scene over the water.
I absorbed it, the beauty of the open walk on Sunday evening.
Left my phone in my pouch and kept the beauty in my thoughts.
Progress towards peace.
I felt it and remembered the early morning Psalm, remembered my decision to be hopeful, not be drawn into fear and woe.
“Why are you cast down, O my soul, and why are you in turmoil within me? Hope in God; for I shall again praise him, my salvation and my God.”
Psalm 42:11 ESV