Often I walk to the Mount cemetery and sit on
a bench to practice centering prayer and lectio divina. Something about being
outside makes it easier to feel grounded and breathe deeply. The towering fir
trees, expanse of sky, and oak leaves shimmying in the breeze make me
grateful for God’s creative spirit. Bird calls, the tickling of
ants as they traverse my toes, and nearby colonies of flat mushrooms remind me that earth is teeming with life and creating
ecosystems I’m not even aware of. The row upon row of tombstones connect me
with sisters who lived with fidelity on this patch of land and quietly remind
me that death awaits me, too.
Earth is a divine teacher. We need to protect her and safeguard
her wisdom so we and future generations can continue to learn about who God is
and what God calls us to be through the world God created and entrusted to us.
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