I think that’s a title to a self-help book… if not, it should be. Anyway, we’ve been doing a lot of silent/prayer meditation lately and it has been good. Amidst a world of incessant sensory input I’ve been learning the value of just sitting and having a listen to what’s inside.
Recently I read something by Thomas Merton in which he speaks about the soul's journey as a double movement: the movement inward toward the depths of oneself, and the movement outward to find one's center not in oneself but in God. It's another one of those great paradoxes: Only by going inward can we live a life of complete surrender to the Other (i.e. to God, to neighbor, to the cosmic dance of creation), and it is only here that we find true joy and purpose, for it is only by choosing to lose our lives that we are able to find them.
So yeah. Much, much more yet to grasp. Glimmers of truth about the goodness and depth of that which is slip away as quickly as they appear, and once again I find myself in the mundane…
In other news, I cut my own hair this past week. Just with my hands and a pair of scissors. I’ve been doing this for a while now. It gives a man a rare sort of primal pride and accomplishment to do this. Give it a try yourself!
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