The other day Greg and I were stuck in some mood ruining slow-and-go traffic. Instead of picking a fight we picked a mantra and started chanting. Somewhere between the opening om and the closing swaha, the air cleared and we were in it together again. And that’s when I remembered the billboard.

It was years ago but the oversized picture of earth from space under this phrase: The Couple That Prays Together Stays Together still rattles around my mind. At the time it conjured up images of self-righteous Sunday sermons and I was dismissive.  Besides I’ve never been very good at praying per se and staying together seemed like a limited end game. I thought a couple should more than stay together. They should grow together. Or transform together. Or even consciously evolve together. But I do love a rhyme and the billboard stuck.