As we go about the world, everything we meet and everything we see and hear and touch, far from defiling, purifies us and plants in us something more of contemplation and of heaven.
I walked home from work today. A three hour stroll along unknown streets. I ambled across the Capitol lawn, snaked up through Noma, and wandered around Eckington, Bloomingdale, and Shaw.
No rush. No map. Just seeing, hearing, and touching everything that I could.
I listened to my body, resting when tired, snacking when hungry, changing into sneakers when dress shoes began to pinch. And now I am home. No deep meditation or forced reflection. Just gratitude and wonder.
I wonder how the path walked me, shaped me in ways I don’t yet know, purified me from the expectation for anything more than the gift of a long walk home.