Please, I don’t mean to sound pious. For sure, I am not; and for sure, I don’t pray all the time. Often my mind wanders randomly. Sometimes I’m engaged in the art and architecture, and the beauty and particularities of Florence. Sometimes, um often, all my thoughts are on food.
That’s one way to summarize what my life of prayer looks like at this moment in my life. It will look a little different when I am home, but in truth, it’s more or less the same wherever I live.