I have never stopped walking the path or seeking spiritual growth. What I have lost is the connection to the community I had when we lived in Kentucky. I didn't realize how much I had missed that connection until Sarah and I returned to Lexington for a book event. Seeing old friends reminded me of so many good times we had together. I miss the fellowship. I miss our gatherings, spiritual retreats, and meetings. Most of all, I miss my friends.
Here, walking my personal spiritual path is often a silent stroll along the shore of Old Tampa Bay or a walk through the live oaks in Philippe Park. I feel closest to the divine when I am outdoors and surrounded by nature.
The peace and beauty of divine creation restores me as nothing else can.
