ABSTRACT
The book began with my late afternoon walk around a Sri Lankan garden. It was a walk, I liked to think, that offered me glimmers, intimations, of mystery. This was a reason why walking in a garden could be an example of ordinary activities that help to cultivate senses of mystery. After sketching a defence of the truth of mystery, and relating the idea of mystery to religious sensibility, I went on to describe some of these activities. They were ones through which, by engaging with nature, a sense of mystery is fostered. Finally, I addressed the question of how a sense of mystery, once cultivated through these practices, might inform our lives and provide measure and meaning for them.
