Stand still, and allow the strange, deadly restlessness of our tragic age to fall away like the worn-out, dusty cloak that it is – a cloak that was once considered beautiful. The restlessness was considered the magic carpet of tomorrow, but now in reality we see it for what it is: a running away from oneself, a turning from that journey inward that all  must undertake to meet God dwelling within the depths of their souls.

Stand still, and look deep into the motivations of life.

Catherine de Hueck Doherty