Penny, a sweet furball the color of a perfectly baked croissant, is my teacher. Her recent lesson? That my ability to attend to my surroundings, and thus to God, is inversely proportional to how rushed I am.
When pressed for time, Penny and I hustle around the small block. This is a focused mission, a chance for her to do her doggy business. There is no sniffing, no wandering, no time to deviate.
Other days, we do a loop around the big block…
Read the rest of the post over at Epiphany New England (a great resource for spiritual direction).
"That got me thinking..." 