[Meditations are intended to be read sequentially, from 1 to 33.]

In the Wilderness …

Doubts. Funny. On the Hill our doubts are brought on by questions. In the Garden, they are due to answers received.

Whom to trust?

The more friends we found in the Garden, the lonelier we became. They became, like the fruit, too familiar. No mystery.

For the moment, we are content in the Wilderness. Someone holds our hand. We dare not look. Afraid.

“All will be well.”

“Trust me.”

We do not look. Mystery. For now, it is good.

“Yes.”

Who spoke?

… we are on the Hill.