The Examen 3/6

Our yard has two large oak trees at either corner. Our little porch is situated roughly between the two. My favorite contemplative practice is to sit in that space gazing up into the trees, following the twists and turns of the branches as they interweave. Looking at the little patches of light making their way through the bunches of leaves and limbs. Even with the noise of cars driving too fast down our street, golf carts with speakers playing terrible pop country, and loud exhausts... Even with the noise of my own extremely loud children... there is a stillness, silence, and holiness to contemplating the journey of the trees in our yard. 

God is with us.

Yesterday.

Today.

Inhale.

Exhale.

Stop.

Reflect.