
At the centre
When the night sky, or an unfamiliar crowd, stretch out so as to make me shrink with smallness by their magnitude I find God still, distilled into a still, small voice in the centre of my senses.

When the night sky, or an unfamiliar crowd, stretch out so as to make me shrink with smallness by their magnitude I find God still, distilled into a still, small voice in the centre of my senses.

The Reverend Thomas Keating, the Catholic priest who spent years working on the devotion of centering prayer, has died at the age of 95 in the monastery where he once served as abbot.

In the Magazine this month, we’re looking at the experience of God in and through nature. In this piece, Deborah Lopez offers some thoughts and suggestions for centering prayer on the four primal elements.