The contemplative life is about returning home, again and again and again.
Martin Laird, in his book Into The Silent Land, mentions this home as the “Silent Land”.
This Silent Land can be found. It is within me, yet it won’t be found unless I am willing to enter by way of contemplative prayer, a prayer which awakens and engages me with the Divine. Perhaps this is the narrow way.
In contemplative prayer, there is no agenda, reasoning, or logic. There is nothing to ask for, deep simply calls to deep in a way that is divinely silent.

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