As I drove in to work today, singing part of the liturgy as my morning prayer, I was transported in my memory to my time in grad school at St John’s in Santa Fe. We only had one car so I’d leave the car with my wife and kids and walk to work in the pre-dawn hours, often walking through arroyos to avoid traffic and to take in the rosy dawn and the awakening high desert wildlife. And as I walked I’d quietly sing the liturgy. Nature’s liminal edges, the thin air of the high desert, the thin space where heaven and earth are so close in the words of the sursum corda. A heartening memory.