Writing is such an intimate game. At least the kind of writing I am interested in. It opens you up. You cannot hide. Not from yourself nor the reader.
And when you read someone attempting to do the same, oh the joy!
Why? Because it is a practice, a spiritual practice if you allow it to be.
In this edition of the Contemplative Life:
1. Some thoughts on living authentically.
2. Merton's recurring dilemma for solitude.
3. Seeds of...10,000 iterations rule.
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