Over the past five months or so, I’ve been in something of a transition. First there was an intentional Wadi Cherith season, rooted in the just-rest-and-wait- and-stay-out-of-view example of the prophet Elijah. Then there was the nudge, on Christmas night, to plan a pilrimage to the Isle of Iona, Scotland this Easter. Then there wasContinue reading “Oh, the places you’ll go….”
Category Archives: Art as a Window to the Divine
Word
I, who live by words, am wordless when I try my words in prayer. All language turns To silence. Prayer will take my words and then Reveal their emptiness. The stilled voice learns To hold its peace, to listen with the heart To silence that is joy, is adoration. The self is shattered, all wordsContinue reading “Word”
When We Don’t Know How to Pray
So Teresa of Avila & Martin Luther walk into a bar….
Two years ago this month, I spent a glorious five days at my favorite Benedictine monastery learning more about a 16th-century Carmelite nun who reformed much of the monastic community of her day by training the women—and then many of the men—in prayer. Not the verbal kind of prayer but the practice of meditation, contemplation,Continue reading “So Teresa of Avila & Martin Luther walk into a bar….”
No More Than A Hundred Years Are We Given
So begins the song Mighty Sound by the band Tim B Told. A week ago I knew nothing about them. Now they are working their way under my skin, my psyche, my spirit like threads of silken light. Maybe they’ll do the same for you. Pax
Heather Choate Davis 