A path is meant for walking, but it is often the flowers at its edge that teach us how to travel.

We hurry towards destinations while beauty quietly waits beside us, asking for nothing more than to be noticed. The brightest gifts are rarely placed in the centre of the road. They grow at the margins, faithful and unassuming.

Perhaps pilgrimage is not simply about reaching a holy place. Perhaps it is learning to recognise holiness wherever it has already taken root.

Every step becomes lighter when we discover that grace has been walking beside us all along.