There is a place in the forest of my dreams where I feel at ease, where God's breath comes up out of the ground and caresses every living thing. It is dusk, just before the stars begin to shine, and it is so humid that the light reflecting off objects is distorted, making everything appear slightly out of focus. The moss covered pine trees weep and sway to a rhythm that is deep within my soul. The rich black soil beneath me radiates as much humidity as the air above it. It calms me, this intense wetness, this slow rhythm that only my heart can hear. I hear water in the distance, a single trickling stream, with no beginning and no end, no purpose, just to be. This dream is my piece of heaven, where God meets me, and kisses me goodnight.
