I caught sight of the profiles of several windmills on the
horizon of the hills. Though there was no wind ruffling my hair, there was
enough of the brow of the hills to be turning the windmills, producing energy
for a greedy grid.
Having spent a few hours hearing about Christian
mindfulness, my senses were receptive to God. I thought of the Spirit, the
ruach, or breath of God. As he inspires me, blowing on me, breathing in me and
through me, so he creates energy, spiritual, physical and emotional. The breath
of God. It’s incredible.
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