A beautiful day. We rise early. I head out into the rain and collect coffee and pastries.
Later, as the sun comes out, we go walking until late into the afternoon.
After Mass, we listen to the sounds of birds and traffic, and settle down for a quiet evening. I read this in Thomas Merton’s journals:
(more…)A quiet evening reading from Tanquerey’s The Spiritual Life, first published in 1923:
“[The Psalter] is the most excellent of Prayer-books wherein we find in a language that always lives and never grows old, the most beautiful expressions of admiration, adoration, filial reverence, gratitude and love, together with the most ardent supplications, midst situations the most varied and trying […] To read and reread them, to ponder them and make their sentiments our own is surely a highly sanctifying occupation.”
— Adolphe Tanquerey, The Spiritual Life: A Treatise on Ascetical and Mystical Theology
A beautiful prayer about vocation by Bishop Ken Untener of Saginaw, often attributed to St Óscar Romero:
(more…)In the years leading up to my conversion, I gradually became fascinated by Thomas á Kempis’s devotional text, The Imitation of Christ. I encountered it first in the letters of the young Samuel Beckett, and next in the interviews of Estonian composer Arvo Pärt, and then in all kinds of other unexpected places. Among them, this 1877 letter from Vincent Van Gogh to his beloved brother, Theo:
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Corresponding from distant Paris, Fr Huvelin offers spiritual advice to St Charles de Foucauld as he works as a gardener in Nazareth:
“Nourish yourself on the Psalms, which give such vivid expression to the feelings that feed the soul united to God or in search of him.”
— 13 May 1897, qtd. in Jean-Jacques Antier, Charles de Foucauld
On Holy Thursday, we visit St Peter’s Square and enter St Peter’s Basilica in Vatican City. We spend time in prayer at the Altar of the Crucifixion of Saint Peter; at the Chapel of the Sacrament; and at the Tomb of Saint Peter the Apostle underneath the Main Altar (Saint Peter’s Baldachin).
Saturday afternoon. Revisiting Merton, Newman, and this from Madeleine Delbrêl:
“We are not lacking silence. We already have it. / If we lack silence, it is because we have not learned how to keep it. / All the noises that surround us make much less din than we ourselves do. / The real noise is the echo that things have in us. / It is not speaking that necessarily breaks the silence. / Silence is the place of the word of God, and if we confine ourselves to repeating this word, then we can speak without ceasing to be silent.”
— The Dazzling Light of God, trans. Mary Dudro Gordon
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