My Practice

This is the scene I looked at this morning while doing my practice. You can see why Passing Clouds made such an impression on me. I am on an eight-day silent retreat at an abbey south of Tucson and north of the Mexican boarder near Sonoita, Arizona. We are in the desert foothills surrounded by the Santa Rita Mountains. It’s a perfect place for silence and reflection at the beginning of a new year. Looking back, I credit T’ai Chi Chih with introducing me to the sound of silence. Fifteen years of being in the present moment (or at least trying to be) has prepared me well for an hour spent daily in silent prayer. I find all I need or could ever want there.