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Sunday, April 22, 2018
Cloistered
I'm on a silent retreat this week at a sacred space where there is weak cell phone connectivity and no internet. In other words, a millennial's version of Hell.
For an old monk such as myself, I'm enjoying the thought of no weblog, telephone, social media, or random screamers for a few days. Living deliberately through prayer, quiet, and the daily office can be wonderfully balancing and restorative.
We will return on Friday with a new profile.
In the meantime, here are some quotations from Thomas Merton about the spirituality of silence.