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… Read More
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… Read More
Silence my soul, these trees are prayers. I ask the tree, “Tell me about God”; then it blossomed. —Rabindranath Tagore
As some of you may have noticed, I haven’t written anything for a few weeks. It wasn’t just that I needed a rest——though the rest was nice. It was more that I don’t believe in speaking when I… Read More