March 16 2024

They know without knowing that you don’t have to travel across the world to an ancient ruin or a holy well to experience something sacred. You don’t have to buy tickets to the game or flights to Paris. They know — just kneel down and touch the moss in the cracks of the sidewalk. “Dad, it’s the earth’s pillow!”

Sometimes when we’re walking I see them as my sherpas, or little monks in robes, showing me the ways.