I’ve been trying to follow Thomas Keating’s advice: learn to be silent with God.
In a course on contemplative prayer, I assigned just six books—and we read them each twice.
It’s been 100 years since your birth and almost 75 since you entered the abbey. You died with your story unfinished.
We began our business meeting in the chapel with dimmed lights. I led the board through several calming prayers, noticing our breath and heartbeats.
When I cling to anxieties or resentments, my whole body is like a clenched fist. Contemplative prayer requires unclenching it.