Morning prayer walk
I’ve started walking every morning and this morning I found the perfect place to walk, destined to be my favorite–a cemetery.Our parish cemetery actually. It’s 2 blocks from my house and very large with lots of paths, no traffic and no exhaust fumes! I am ashamed to admit that in 4 years of living here and passing it almost daily, today was the first time I actually set foot inside. I don’t know what took me so long.I love cemeteries. They are quiet and peaceful and filled with beauty. I never feel afraid or sad in them, just peaceful. They are the perfect place to pray–especially Catholic cemeteries because they are filled with visual aids to prayer; statues, crucifixes, etc. I always pray for the dead whenever I pass a cemetery and I prayed many times for the dead this morning as I walked the grounds. In turn I always ask them to pray for me and I can truthfully say that I have many times, over the years, felt that those prayers had indeed been efficacious in my life.
Alas old cemeteries can also be hazardous if one has a tendency to be clumsy, as I do. While looking around and thus not looking where I was walking, I stepped in a hole and twisted my ankle. I hit the gravel on one knee and managed to scrape off quite a bit of skin. Jumping to my feet in embarrassment before the entire Church Suffering and Church Triumphant, I walked if off and headed home. I thought I was fine but find myself with a very swollen ankle this evening and no prospects of walking tomorrow. 
Oh Holy Souls in Purgatory, pray for me. . . a clumsy fool!
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