Healing Our Fractured Attention Spans

an exercise for meeting God in the small

Two of my most-frequently-revisited memories happened around the same time, about a decade ago.

We purchased a membership to a botanical garden thirty minutes from our home for one year. We walked for over a mile each time we went, exploring variations of hostas and zinnias and vinca and many more plants and trees with Latin names I can't remember. Ther…