This morning walking the outdoor track, an inmate gave me a pair of his gloves saying I would need them for the cold weather. One inmate gave me tennis shoes to wear rather than the stiff prison boots. Another gave me a book of stamps when I first arrived so I could write friends. Someone took my clothes out of the dryer and folded them for me. Many introduce themselves and ask if I need anything.
Contact keeps spirits up.
I get life from walking the track in the early morning and being in touch with God s creation. It can t be imprisoned. I m low-key as far as priestly ministrations go. I have a desire to write and read. I pray that God guide me how to use my time.