I started to see how much I had fallen in love with my own compulsions and illusions, and how much I needed to step back and wonder, 'Is there a quiet stream underneath the fluctuation affirmations and rejections of my little world? Is there a still point where my life is anchored and from which I can reach out with hope and courage and confidence?'
- Henri Nouwen, The Genesee Diary: Report from a Trappist Monastery, p. 14









