Sometimes I seem to have too much courage, but it is really more like resistance and frustration.  I tend to push and insist.  What I seek is courage to be patient, to wait until the next right action comes right up to me and move my hands automatically.  I pray for the ease and stillneess to watch the river of events and reach out for the perfect ripple to caress in the waves.

I can’t change the river–the flow, the power, the majesty, the terror, the force or the beauty.  I can jump into it and let the swirling rapids take me away in whirpools of frantic bubbles.  I can claim an unsinkable raft made by my faith, fashioned by conscious spiritual contact and travel to astounding countries along its sweeping course.