Excerpt from, "Two Girls Talking and God Listening In"

"....Dear Jody, February 26, 1993

Here's a couple of neat quotes; "We reason deeply when we forcibly feel"-Mary Wollstonecraft. "Our happiness hinges not on good luck; it hinges on peace of heart."-John Steindl-Rast. I love quotes. I especially enjoy Ralph Waldo Emerson and Henry John Thoreau.

I will start to write this morning and probably finish tomorrow. I'll get back to answering your letter. If I ever develop a serious pain, I'll buy castor oil and follow your therapy treatment as you described in your letter. I have African oil that I massage into my legs.

I just completed reading your pages on the heart, following our hearts, getting within ourselves...getting inside yourself. I know exactly what you are saying. I enjoy your references to Martha Graham. She's insightful. I learned my personal security, my safeness within myself, when I was a young child. I would not be who I am today without that inner peace of telling myself "I am okay". When I run at night I develop the inner safety mind mode and I feel calm, powerful, and free..."

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