Mary DeTurris Poust, retreat presenter and author, shares today’s inspiring reflection. We look forward to her first retreat at our Center at the end of June, “Broken, Beautiful, and Beloved”. You can click here to learn more.
If you’re feeling ‘stuck’ in your spiritual life you may want to speak with a spiritual director too. Sr. Bernadette Claps, CBS, meets with spiritual seekers at our Center and you can reach out to her via email at Bernadette_Claps@BonSecoursRCC.com.
Now, let’s take a few quiet moments to read Mary’s thoughts about focusing more on the important things in life.
The rules we live by
As we round the corner on pandemic and see a faint light at the end of our long Covid tunnel, I’ve found myself stuck—physically, due to some minor injuries and illnesses; mentally, due to months of near-isolation coupled with the long upstate New York winter; spiritually, due to an inability or unwillingness to simply sit with God or at least go through the motions of prayer and hope something sticks.
A recent New York Times story talked about “languishing” as a new phenomenon in our post-Covid world: “Languishing is a sense of stagnation and emptiness. It feels as if you’re muddling through your days, looking at your life through a foggy windshield,” the author wrote.
I have to admit, that description struck a chord, or two. As I looked out my family room window on a sunny-but-freezing late April afternoon, my mind’s eye traveled back to 2017, long before I could blame pandemic for my languishing, when a hauntingly similar feeling sent me running to my favorite retreat spot: the Abbey of the Genesee, just south of Rochester. Desperate for someone or something to shake me out of my malaise, I signed up for spiritual direction and confession and was lucky enough to get a monk who was once a novice under Thomas Merton and later served as spiritual director to Henri Nouwen.
Father John Eudes Bamberger, O.S.C.O., who died last year, saw through my façade and was not content to let me off the hook with a simple diagnosis of “languishing,” or anything else for that matter. He put the ball squarely in my court: look at your choices, look at how you spend your days, and you will discover the “rule” you have chosen to live by. Although I wrote about that conversation in this space at the time, his words keep bubbling to the surface years later. I thought maybe we could all benefit from revisiting his sage advice.
If we were to break down our days into hours, our lives into seasons, what would emerge as the things we have chosen to give the most time and, therefore, the most importance in our lives? It’s not a pretty picture when I start to imagine what my “rule” would look like. There would be way too much scrolling through social media, way too much coffee, way too much mindless eating and mindless talking, way too much complaining about not having enough time even as I waste hour upon hour doing things that bring no positive benefits and most likely diminish the quality of my life and, by extension, my family’s life.
When I went to confession with Father John Eudes, he told me that, for my penance, I was to spend 30 minutes “in the presence of God” every night for six weeks. Why this seemingly harsh assignment? Because the wise old monk recognized that what I needed more than anything else was time away from all the nonsense, time to reflect on my choices, time with the only One who could pull me out of my malaise and set me back on the right course.
As I recover from an eye infection that has sidelined me for days, I can’t help but think that this brief illness has forced me to do what I was unwilling to do for myself: step away from my work, step away from the screen and simply be for a few precious, albeit somewhat painful, days.
Although it couldn’t hold a candle to a silent retreat at the abbey, the brief span of quiet at home allowed me to hear the still small voice urging me to get back to the nightly practice in the presence of God and to write a “rule” for my life that will nourish my soul rather than siphon off joy, to choose flourishing over languishing.
This column originally appeared in the May 5, 2021, issue of Catholic New York.
For more about Mary DeTurris Poust, visit her website.