It is day eleven of the 40-day meditation practice to which I’ve committed, Winter Feast for the Soul.
Tough stuff, this meditating. Today was about seeking the Divine Presence. Which implies that sometimes it is hidden.
This was my mantra today. Calm, Still, Glad, Quiet. This comes from a plaque I have hanging in our home, from the turn-of-the-century, from the looks of the graphics. Three of the words are similiar; calm, still, quiet. The fourth word, glad, seems out of place. But as I meditated on this it became clear that gladness comes from the other three.