This past week, I walked with a small group through the rolling hills and hedgerows of the Cotswolds. Each morning, we began together, eating a hearty English Breakfast, circling up, sharing our questions for the day, and setting off in silence. As we moved along the trail, we naturally spread out: some drawn to the trees, others to solitude or reflection. We each traveled at our own pace. But by midday, something beautiful happened: we all gathered again, waiting for one another at the break point, for soup, laughter, or simply the quiet acknowledgment of “I walk with you.”
