Coming out of Hiding

We sunk into the sofas in the lounge in the pause between evening prayers and dinner – the delicious smell already drifting down the hallway from the kitchen towards us – and watched the light fade from the sky outside, the darkness approaching steadily from the North Sea to the east. He was not who’d…

What is Heard in the Silence

On the second night of my retreat, I freaked out. I was in a beautiful converted farm on the top of the hill, looking out over the North Sea five miles to the east. I joined in the community rhythm of Celtic prayer four times a day and sat down with them for meals together…