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Oct 7 (Tue) Our Lady of the Rosary Marian contemplation Basil Hayden’s – light, floral La Aroma de Cuba Mi Amor “Where does beauty lead me deeper into prayer?” Where Beauty Leads Me There are moments when beauty interrupts my day—not with noise, but with stillness. A shaft of light across the floor. The hush of dusk. The scent of bread just out of the oven. These moments don’t ask for attention; they offer it. And when I receive them, something shifts. I stop striving. I start listening. Beauty leads me deeper into prayer not because it explains anything, but because it reveals. It reveals that I am not alone. That grace is near. That the world, even in its ache, is still being held. Sometimes beauty is grand—a canyon, a cathedral, a symphony. Sometimes it’s small—a child’s laugh, a leaf turning, a quiet kindness. But always, it invites me to respond. Not with words, necessarily, but with presence. With gratitude. With awe. Prayer, then, becomes less about saying something and mor...