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The real question for the monastic heart everywhere is, Where is your cloister? In the car as you commute to work? In the glassed-in porch where the flowers bloom? In the little closet you've made your home office? How often do you get to go there to refresh your own soul, to rest your own gifts? 

JOAN CHITTISTER,
The Monastic Heart

I don't know about you, but I'm often utterly overwhelmed with earthly matters! Whether it's the nagging sense that I need to check off all the items of my daily to-do list, the demanding desire to heal my emotional wounds while also being fully present to the needs of others, the disappointing awareness that people can sometimes be cruel in ways that cause massive disintegration to our social contracts—there's no shortage of ways that this world can detach us from our sense of Self and exhaust our very soul.

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As Joan Chittister wisely shares about monastic life, it's important to have a cloister—a place set apart where we might be able to turn down the volume of the exterior world so that the whispers of our heart come through with greater clarity.

 

To that end, I've created a weekly letter that will arrive to your inbox every Saturday morning. I hope it helps cultivates a sense of community amidst a dreary world and invites a proper "reset" for the week ahead.

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