A quiet meadow full of wildflowers, with the white church standing far off in the distance. It puts me in mind of how steady the faith feels even when you're a long way from the doors.

The cross stands sharp against the quiet sunrise. It always puts the day in perspective for me.

The fresh bread for today's parish meal came out just right—crusty and warm from the oven. Smells like it’ll go well with the soup.

After a Boston rain, these courtyard stones shine like they did when I was a boy walking to St. Mary's.