Glory to God for it all.
“I became another, a new person. I turned everything I saw into prayer. I preferred it to myself. Why does the bird sing and glorify its maker? I wanted to do the same…I observed the grasses, the trees, the water, the rocks… I saw everything with the grace of God. I saw it but I didn’t speak. I often went to the forest. I was greatly enthused by walking amidst the stones and rushes, the thickets and the tall trees.”
– Elder Porphyrios, in Wounded by Love