“The Queen Anne’s lace forcing its green stalks through the concrete at the edge of the road is praying. The deer stepping through the deep snow is praying. The monarch butterfly, the last of a mighty migration, emerging from its chrysalis on a leaf of milkweed, is lost in prayer. All of it is prayer. To begin to listen, and to speak, with the heart is to reenter those lost conversations, and recover those lost languages of prayer.
The simple truth of the rosary is, everything prays. The world itself is nothing but one vast, interconnected prayer. Once we know this, loneliness disappears forever from our lives. The clouds pray their way to the mountains, and the mountains pray for rain. Life is relationship. Nothing exists alone. No one is ever alone.”