In spring and summer I frequently pray while walking in cemeteries. I got in the habit of doing that in Arizona, where it is dry and there isn't much grass, except in the cemeteries which are watered and maintained. As a result I learned to pray with the dead. That's a great way of praying — in the presence of the dead. The cemetery I walked in was green and grassy. It was all mine. Rarely did anybody invade my meditation place.
— Jose Hobday, Stories of Awe and Abundance