originally published November 18, 2019
Silence is an energetic end in itself. As are you and I. It’s why I find it so difficult to be with. It can’t be manipulated, managed or made to behave how I want it to. And like much of life, no matter how many times I’ve crossed that threshold, the experience of entering into silence feels different and new each time I’m willing to go there. If I’m honest I do everything I can to avoid it.
When I do go there, though, it becomes apparent that it wasn’t silence that attracted me to itself. Rather, I discover that my soul was and always is resting in the eternity of silence. In this way the invitation to enter silence is my own soul calling me to pay attention from itself. I’ve found silence is the only place where this can happen. Or rather, this is always happening in the context of silence and occasionally I become conscious of its reality.
At first, I would take hours, days, specific amounts of time to separate myself from the noise of my routine. I sought silence in nature, retreat houses, and monasteries.
originally published December 18, 2019
One of my wife’s favorite artists is Hozier. As a former clergyman, his hit title, Take Me to Church, most immediately drew me in. And its lyrics exploring the cost of devotion in a relationship of conscious love spoke straight to my heart.
originally published on December, 20 2019
In September of 2001, I was flown to John F. Kennedy airport from Buffalo for a supposed modeling gig. Howard Garfinkel had purchased and sent me the tickets on the basis that I would be modeling for a fitness publication of which he was a prime investor. I had been a repeat camper at 5-Star Basketball Camp, where I had met and been approached by ‘Garf’ in the summer of 2001.
originally published on January, 17 2020
I paid for my wife’s engagement ring in two parts 1) on a borrowed loan from my mom and dad, that I eventually paid back, and 2) on a gift from my brother and sister-in-law that I struggled to receive.
I was going to university at the time, living with my dad who was working an expat assignment in Madrid. My mom lived part-time with us and part-time in the States where she was going through chemo-therapy treatments.
My parents had been married 34 years and dad was scheming to surprise mom with a ‘renewing of the vows’ ceremony for their 35th anniversary that summer. I let him know I had an intention to propose to my then girlfriend that summer. And like that we were off adventuring!
(Originally written on November 12, 2017 in Valencia, Spain)
I am a recovering perfectionist, living cross-culturally in Spain. I have three children-Levi (6), Jakob (5), and Lucas (3). Tomorrow we are getting a puppy named ‘Flor’-for better, or, probably worse, ‘Flor,’ means “flower” in Spanish.
Each of these elements provide the necessary messiness, and context, for my life’s healing and ongoing transformation.
Let’s just say…my life is set up in a manner where I never get to get away with looking too good, for too long. And, thank God for that!!!
I meditate most mornings, and try and follow a twice a day practice of centering prayer. I also use slow lectio divina methods of reading in the mornings. Something I especially enjoy on Saturday mornings, and especially with a cup of coffee.
Jonathan lives in the Rio Grande Valley of south Texas with his wife, dogs and three children. His Wisdom work comes out of a blend of the Christian Contemplative tradition and 4th Way spirituality with a focus on companioning others from the unified and collective field accessed through the heart. He is a life-long seeker who offers private Spiritual Direction in person or by zoom, one-to-one or in groups.