Summer’s ‘wild places’ recede now as the days shorten and breezes cool. But what fond memories we hold of those sunlit days spent in sacred places at the lake, in the wilderness, atop a mountain, under the stars, in a garden or walking a forest; in the air, in the water, on the land. No matter where our heart led us, we discovered God anew and realized the beauty and holiness of the place. Fall bids us continue the path we have begun. All earth is holy ground. If the darkness of our times threatens to swallow our joy, we can still lift our voices in praise of our God who knows the way and guides us in wisdom. As we cross over fields, streams and ponds these fall days, we know we are always traveling toward God and with God.
by Owen Lindblad, OSB