My mother prayed as a Native American. That meant she saw living as praying and praying as living. She tried to pray her life. She expressed her prayer of gratitude, for example, in the way she did things. She told me many times, "When you stir oatmeal, stir it slowly so you don't forget that oatmeal is a gift and that you don't take it for granted."
She made a prayer out of the way she stirred oatmeal. Doing things prayerfully.
— Jose Hobday, Stories of Awe and Abundance