About eight years ago I started a meditation practice of drawing or doodling that I call “inklings” —as it gives glimpses both inward into one’s self ...
In a congregation I once served was a man who’d been there many years—not a noisy person, but one who was pretty loud in his dislike of silence in the...
When I was a child I used to fear the silence. One of the tortures I endured was being thrown into a small closet with no light, and being left there ...