WIth increasing frequency, I read about the damage of busyness, the longing for stillness, the joy of quiet . We may even sense, in the habitual extension of our lives out beyond our souls, overwork as a kind of violence .

We know the truth of this in body, mind and spirit but are we willing to expend the cost of stillness, that pearl of great price?  Are we willing to walk for an hour, or a day, or a week, into its hiddenness, its chamber from which we may emerge with nothing to post or report?

Let us say yes. Let us stand before some moment, a minute, an hour, a day and dispose ourselves to its spaciousness.  Let us enter, carrying only the word ‘holy’.  And let us return – emptied and full and speechless to be what we have received, to do what is given us.

Join me on the journey. Rest, Reflect, Replenish

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