Lent 31 - Heard
Lent 31 - Heard
Walking the labyrinth this morning, I was not only seeking to be attentive to the moment and the time I was in, but really to what I was hearing as I walked. The birds chirping in the early morning, the sound of the gentlest of breezes through the trees, a wind chime somewhere nearby, cars passing on the road, but most of all the crunch of my shoes on the gravel as I looped and wove through the prayerful path.