My element is a light roast of hot, black coffee that goes down smooth, usually with dessert on the side, is Amos Lee and some brilliant poetry - these days along the lines of Mary Oliver, is warmth - in general, is a window that looks out on no particular thing, is, perhaps more than all these, an intimacy with Jesus that makes me speechless and breathless and basically just less.



And I have all these things just now. I do love to be in my element.