Sun dapples the footpath, an unexpected cool breeze stirs the tired leaves of July, and all around me is the low buzz of the woods in summer as nature stretches into a new day.
It’s another morning in Virginia and I’m venturing out on my daily walk. This is the part of the day that sets the tone, the part of the day that clears my head and centers me. My rosary is in one hand, Xavier by my side, and classical music plays in my ears. This is when the cacophony of the world recedes and I notice the details of not just my inner life, but of the world around me.
The beginning of every walk is for praying.
The second half is for looking.
And for noticing the parts that make up the whole.