One of the most wonderful images I thought I received from Jesus in the 8th decade of my life was this: "Stop dog-paddling in the waves of life and let Me float you to the shore of eternity." Gradually I have slowed down on speaking at conferences or for parish groups. This year, my 86th, I stopped writing big books and wrote, instead, lots of small booklets, as well as a compendium of my best thoughts under the title of 77 Soundbytes of Love. Now I sensed, in prayer, that the Holy Spirit wanted me to make my last small book the journals still unpublished of 2022-2024. Unless I "get" a huge gust of insight after this, Floating to the Shore of Eternity will be the last time I write anything except responses to e-mails! I am a little scared since I have so long defined myself as a writer. Addicted to labeling and to acting like a "drama queen" it seems daunting to imagine myself under the label of "Old Penitent" or "Pseudo-Contemplative." Let go, let God! And so begins these most recent thoughts of mine.