Tag: Interior Silence
When I was a kid I loved going to the movies. Now that I have a son I’m actually surprised at the amount of movies I had seen by the time I was five. Star Wars. Karate Kid. Never Ending Story. Breakin’(!). The Black Cauldron (don’t get me started).Read More
One of the challenges of writing about the contemplative path is to address people’s needs adequately – to meet them where they are. What assumptions do we share? What terminology do we use with an interfaith community?Read More
One of the challenges of the contemplative life is understanding the relationship between the contemplative dimension of life – the cultivation of an interior silence that radically changes how we perceive the world and the self-in-the-world – and the bare facts of the practical lives we find ourselves in.
Philosophers call it the phenomenal world.
More poetically, Eastern traditions have called it the ten thousand things.
As we progress along the spiritual path, we hit peaks and valleys. Sometimes we may lose our way altogether for a time. Other times, it feels like we’re exactly where we’re supposed to be: experiencing the fullness of divine love and joy.Read More
Whether Eastern or Western, religious or secular, spiritual teachers often try to capture or articulate the state of spiritual maturity in language to provide a guiding light for others still struggling with their own particular forms of suffering.Read More
After some amount of contemplative practice, and maybe even a deeper awakening experience, we tend to notice how much of our energy is handed over to thoughts, to mind-stuff. After a while, we notice all of it, everything outside of the pure silence is mind stuff, thought forms of one level of another.Read More
Have you ever yelled that out at the top of your lungs or whimpered it through tears as you knelt face down on the floor? I have, throughout life, more times than I can count. Sometimes the heavy stuff happens and hits like an avalanche, without warning. At a particularly empty moment where God felt far away, I wondered if I just might be a distant relative of Job, as I wrote these questions in my journal. ’When will I know love?’Read More