Speaking of Johnny... Every time I get gas I’m looking straight at the landmark he mentioned, wondering if he’s back there in his trailer, and we still haven’t met. Hope he’s doing ok.

Morning Prayer by Henry T. Hodgkin I ran across this prayer from Quaker Henry T. Hodgkin (1877-1933) in the most recent Friends Journal issue on Pendle Hill: Firm when all round me is in flux and seething Strong when the knees are quivering and fail, Beat of my heart’s beat, energy of breathing, Over my frailty wilt Thou prevail– In the secret places of the spirit, In the silent spaces of the morning I come to thee. Giver of joy beyond my best conceiving E’en to the stricken on his lonley trail, In Thee I find the glory of achieving, Resting on Thee I do not fear to fail– In the secret places of the spirit, In the silent spaces of the morning I come to thee. Friends who wast by me on my first arising Nor wilt forsake me when the light is spent Unto the child-like ever more surprising Filling the restless with a deep content In the secret places of the spirit, In the silent spaces of the morning I come to thee.