Our hearts are stirred by the glimpse into the cloistered monastic life and its invitation to presence and depth. We sense the longing for a way to live fully attuned to the sacred mystery pulsing through all things. The monks’ daily rhythms beckon us with their radical simplicity – waking before dawn, chanting the ancient psalms throughout the day, engaging in humble labor, taking spare meals in profound silence. Though demanding, this ritualized routine is not an end in itself, but rather a loving container to protectively nurture our deepest desire – for union with the Divine ground of reality.

In our frenetic modern lives, so often we find ourselves skimming along the surface, buffeted by the winds of busyness and productivity. Our days are an endless to-do list, measuring self-worth by accomplishments checked off. We are perpetually rushed, hurrying to the next commitment, treating existence as a series of boxes to tick rather than a wondrous unfolding to savor. Our quiet hearts cry out to finally arrive fully present, to drink deeply from the wellsprings of peace and love within rather than frantically seeking to quench our spiritual thirst through ceaseless striving. The monastery’s gentle austerity reminds us there is profound richness to be found in radical simplicity and letting go.

Yet even as we feel drawn to the monastery’s oasis of silence and solitude, we recognize our own sacred calling is not to physical cloister but to bring a cloister of the heart into the world. Our monastic vow is to carry an inner cell of surrender throughout our daily coming and going. How might we stay anchored in contemplative presence even in the thick of activity, responsibilities, relationships? How can the undivided depths be our home base from which we operate in the world rather than endlessly scattered on its surface?

The monks’ example whispers an essential practice – to frequently pause and return to the breath, that free gift of life uniting our human and Divine lineage. When we find ourselves contracted by stress, fear, judgment of self or others, we can use the breath as an anchor to revisit the spacious indwelling of Love. Even a few conscious inhalations and exhalations can help us release our white-knuckle grip on mental narratives to instead rest in open presence. From that spaciousness, we can then re-engage the next acronym with renewed perspective.

Beyond the breath, we are inspired to build simple contemplative pauses into our daily schedules as oases to realign with our deepest purpose – cultivating loving lucidity in ourselves and our world. Whether setting aside 30 minutes or just 5, a daily quiet time seems essential to “unhurry” our hearts. In that womb of silence, we open to receive the Light better than we can give through sheer willpower. We let the relentless doing fall away for simply being, opening with vulnerability like parched ground before a gentle rain. We consent afresh to the Infinite intimacy steadily meeting us in every breath, every transition, every apparent glitch and grace. We re-harmonize with the rhythms of the earth rather than the artificial urgencies amplified by our screens.

From that still point, we are strengthened to rejoin the flow of each day’s demands with renewed presence rather than reactivity. Like the monks, we aim to move slowly enough for the soul to keep pace with the body. When meeting others, we can practice seeing them not through the lens of our preconceptions but as bearers of the same luminous essence we glimpsed in contemplation. Might each interaction then become an exchange of holy presences, a sacrament where the Beloved gazes upon itself through human apertures? With this loving attention, could not our daily routines be suffused with the reverence of the monks chanting psalms? Each phone call or meeting or commute made a pause to witness the grandeur of what is. Each meal savored as a ceremonial remembering of our source and sustenance. Each night’s sleep a peaceful surrender back into the womb of Love’s dreaming.

In all circumstances, the monastic way summons us to resist seeing ourselves as separate selves striving to get somewhere else, but to recognize our ultimate identities as that boundless presence itself, celebrating itself through every color, sound, aroma, texture, vista. “All things,” insists the mystic, “are a remedy.” Each apparent obstruction, when held with spacious tenderness, reveals itself as another doorway into unconditional embrace.

This is our highest vocation – not escaping the world through spiritual bypass, but divinizing it from within by abiding as lucid gateways for the awesome to perpetually birth itself anew. May our lives become living monasteries, radiant with the same infinite silence cradling each dawn’s first rays of sun.

As we commit to this path of bringing the monastic spirit into our daily lives, we cannot ignore the very real challenges and painful realities we will inevitably encounter. The monks’ quiet existence was simplified by their vows of poverty, chastity, and obedience – protections most of us do not have. We must find ways to hold this contemplative presence even amid the complex dynamics of relationships, work responsibilities, financial stresses, and all the inevitable losses and disappointments of the human experience.

When the harsh winds of suffering inevitably howl, how can we keep the inner flame tended? The monastery’s wisdom points the way – by not anxiously grasping to deny or transcend the difficulties, but meeting them with humble acceptance and a deeper surrender. Like the monks submitting to the grueling schedule, we too are called to bow before reality as it is, yielding our white-knuckled controls. Only by bringing compassionate presence to our own stumblings and shortcomings can we develop the open-hearted embrace to hold others’ imperfections without judgment.

The monks’ practice of confession and penance rituals jar us moderns, yet reveal an essential skill – to pause amidst our faultlines with radical honesty and tenderness. To not run from or reject our inevitable lapses, but allow the light of awareness to penetrate our shadows without shame. For it is only in shining that light upon our unconscious drives and distortions that they can subtly, gradually dissipate like morning mist before the rising sun. With forgiveness for our shared human frailty, we become compassionate mirrors allowing one another’s essence to awaken.

In the silence of monastic life, one is stripped of the usual distractions and comforts. There is nowhere to hide from oneself and one’s existential aloneness. This searing initiation into radical presence can be destabilizing at first, but slowly alchemizes into a profound homecoming. Beyond all our labels and worldly identities lies a vastness suffused with a love beyond conception. With the armor of ego defenses melted away, we encounter the deathless Heart at our core, who we have always already been.

This pathless path is our shared pilgrimage – to so fully abide in the eternal moment that our perspectives, bodies, personal stories are revered yet not misidentified with. To release into the groundless ground, absent any foothold, and discover we have always already been that infinite womb out of which all arises and into which all returns. This is the great homecoming the cloistered life points toward, but which is equally available amidst the laundry, traffic jams, and ringing phones – if we but learn to cease our inner grasping.

While walking this vast intimacy amidst the world’s turbulence is challenging, we are not alone or unsuited for the journey. We go together, leaning on the wisdom of all the mystics, angels, and awakened ones who have gone before us on this ancient trail. Like billowed clouds clearing to reveal the sun, our encrusted separateness falls away to reveal our eternal birthright – an unshakable union with the Beloved that was never severed, but simply temporarily overlooked. As we move through each sacred pause and breath anchored in this luminous at-home-ness, the walls between us and the Divine, us and our fellow beings, steadily dissolve. Our cherished belonging blossoms into loving blessing for all of existence.

So may our path be graced by returnings to simplicity. In silence, may we remember our eternal communion that needs no striving. Then, from that sacred source, may our words and actions pour forth self-giving love. Like psalm-chanting monks honoring the day’s unfolding, may our smallest tasks be offerings to the miracle of this breathtaking now. In all circumstances, to let ourselves be married to the mystery, awash in wonder at this perplexing play of Light and shadow ever unravelling anew through our fleeting forms. Thus life itself, in its pristine ordinariness, becomes our monastic cloister – our loving vows enshrined by forest breezes, sidewalk cracks, and the countless arrivals and departures of breath. The whole world transfigured into a living monastery where every moment is saturated with the infinite Presence that forever embraces us as we are.


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In the Catholic tradition, there are cloistered monastic orders that follow a life of simplicity, prayer, and manual labor with no active outside ministry. The monastery described followed the Rule of St. Benedict, with a highly structured daily routine from waking at 2:30am to lights out at 7:30pm. This included chanting the Psalms seven times, periods for spiritual reading, performing manual labor like farm work, taking simple meals in silence, and having some free time for walking or sitting quietly. Though outwardly constrained by strict boundaries and silence, this ritualized life aimed to nurture and protect one’s desire for mystical union with the Divine. It provided an ordered sense of purpose that freed one interiorly for “boundless” spiritual realizations and heightened sensitivity to the sacred in ordinary experiences.

After leaving the monastery, the goal, for some, became translating that contemplative presence into daily life outside the cloister. This involves having a daily quiet time to surrender to God’s love, then striving to maintain that underlying intention while acting with compassion throughout the day. One finds confidence not in perfection but in God’s infinite love amid human limitations. Though the outward monastic forms have changed, the essence continues of living simply, staying present to the wonders around us without being consumed by busyness. This unites the psychological and spiritual journeys we all share, interconnected in the great stream of humanity.


1. In the Catholic tradition, there are religious orders dedicated to prayer, discipleship, and ministry, while others are cloistered monasteries with no active outside ministry.

2. The monastery followed the Rule of St. Benedict, with a life of simplicity, manual labor, and praying by chanting the Psalms seven times a day.

3. The monks lived in complete silence, using sign language, following a rigid daily routine from waking at 2:30 am until lights out at 7:30 pm.

4. The daily rhythms included chanting Psalms, times for spiritual reading, performing manual labor, eating simple meals in silence, and periods for walking or sitting quietly.

5. The monastery provided a sense of safety, order, and purpose, with guidance in the mystical dimensions of the tradition from a novice master.

6. While outwardly constrained, the ritualized life aimed to nurture one’s desire for mystical union and sensitize one to the sacred in ordinary experiences.

7. After leaving, the goal, for some, was translating that contemplative presence into daily life through practices like quiet time and striving for compassionate presence.

8. Confidence comes not from perfection but from God’s infinite love amid human limitations.

9. Though outward forms changed, the essence continues of living simply, staying present without being consumed by busyness.

10. This unites the psychological and spiritual journeys shared, interconnected in the human experience.