It was a tranquil scene: small waves rippled along the shoreline, fishing boats drifted across the sea, birds glided in the wind. That morning I’d left the chaos of the school traffic, the noisy market, and the cars zipping to work, and walked over to a quiet beach in my town, with no other agenda but to walk, think and pray. As I looked at the open blue sky, the waning moon, and the contrails of the airplanes, my senses settled and I thanked God. Behind me was the town – messy, dirty and busy – before me was the sparkling blue Tyrrhenian Sea. And all I’d had to do…