This morning we spent 3 hours in Ignatian Prayer exercises, all 15 of us in the Master’s, and it was beautiful.
For me personally, the lit candle in the middle of the room became my source of life and the ensign of God’s nearness to us.
I would stare into the flame for a minute or two, then close my eyes. The image of the flame was burned onto my retina. I closed my eyes, and the flickering light remained.
Then, I did it again. This time it was different. I closed my eyes, and saw the negative of the image. The candle and light were dark, and the rest was light.
To see the flame, etched in our souls. To see the absence of the flame, etched in our souls. This is real vision.
