It takes more than isolation to make us into contemplatives.
From his youth Lax experienced a love of God that would not abate, calling him toward both solitude and engagement with others.
In the pristine white glare of the airport corridor, the linoleum became my prayer rug. But my solitude was short lived.
Chronic illness is like Walden: life is pared down to essentials. But unlike Thoreau, I can’t walk away.