There is a lost art. An essential art.

An art that unlocks the door to the deepest parts of ourselves.

It seems that “we have lost the habit of unprofitable pleasure,” writes the Carmelite mystic William McNamara. “We shall get nowhere, we shall never find life, life will escape us, unless we learn not to be always bustling about – unless we learn to be still, to let things happen around us, to wait, listen, receive, contemplate.”

We will never connect with the real treasure; we will never know the true value; we will never taste the bountiful goodness that surrounds us every moment our lives; unless we recover this lost art.

What do you think?

Will you give it a try?