Prayer is waking up at dawn and listening to nature as you cook breakfast over a fire.
Prayer is a conversation we have with the mountains and rivers, with ravens and coyotes. We share and as we listen to the Other, our perceptions about ourselves and the world deepen. We grow in compassion for all creatures.
Prayer is an adventure because on the trail we don’t know what we will encounter around the next bend. There could be a mother bear with her cubs, a mountain lion, or the trail may open to a stunning view over a river canyon.
Prayer is a cool breeze on a hot day when we’re hiking up the steep ridge behind North Dome.
Prayer is watching the Creator walk by in thunderstorms that rush and boom through the valley.
As we hike into unknown territory, we trust the spirituality of nature to guide us where to go. We travel with holy intention on a search that may take years, but prayer is not an answer.
Prayer is a journey, and prayer is our companion along the way.
Prayer is the beauty of white granite mountains and canyons colored by rose and purple alpenglow at sunset.
Prayer is falling asleep watching the stars overhead and joining their pilgrimage through the cosmos.