On my morning walk, I spotted an autonomous lawnmower– absent a human.
I started thinking what it would be like to mow the yard without a body.
Then I wondered what it would be like to sit down with my family for dinner without a body–
And to embrace my wife without a body, for her to know I’m there.
Then I rubbed the callouses on the palms of my hand with my thumb, and felt grateful for the body, for this work of spiritual, tangible braille that I can touch, and read, and know God through.