Today I sat in the garden for the first time, with a cup of coffee, my Mother's Bracelet rosary from my friend Sarah, who died a year ago last week, and my iPhone because despite all these decades of being Catholic, I really do not know how to pray the Rosary.
The sun rose as I prayed and the finches and cardinals, at first shy because of my presence, forgot about me and began to visit the two feeders. My hour of contemplation prepared me for a phone call from my sister, updating me about my dad's frailty and gave me the strength and inner peace to face what is in front of us.
I posted a video of the garden this morning on my instagram account and one of my nieces commented that it looks picturesque. I don't see Beauty enough: I find flaws everywhere. This morning and that note is a reminder that the journey is not about achieving Perfection but about understanding how Christ is with us, showering us with Grace.