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 Excerpt
                      from Book: Prologue There
                      was a time in my life, when in my very earnest search for
                      God, I considered becoming either a priest, or a solitary
                      contemplative, or both.  I
                      was returning to my Catholic roots, and was very much in
                      love with the mystical and poetic parts of the Catholic
                      faith. I loved them so very much, and still do. I appreciated
                      and was comforted by the beautiful mystical quality of the
                      angels, the saints, the Blessed Mother, the great festivals
                      of the church, its devotional tradition, its beautiful cathedrals,
                      frescoes, statues, and stained glass windows.  Oh
                      how I loved all of it, and still do in so many ways! It
                      was a very lonely time in my life, and the church, with
                      its monastic traditions, eremitic traditions, contemplative
                      tradition, prayer life, sacramentals, great saints and contemplatives
                      appealed to me very much.  They
                      still do. I
                      am now, after much prayer and discernment, on a broader,
                      more universal spiritual path, and decidedly not a solitary
                      one. And yet, I feel that the journals I recorded during
                      this period are of value to me and to those who might be
                      on their own journey, wrestling with a possible life of
                      contemplation, eremeticism, prayer or priesthood. And
                      so, I offer them humbly, to serve whatever positive purpose
                      they might offer to seekers. Of
                      course, you will find them highly influenced by Thomas Merton,
                      for I had read, during this period in my life, his Seven
                      Story Mountain, and other books by and about him. I
                      made a trip to Gethsemene Monastery, where he lived and
                      had his hermitage, which I was blessed to see and visit. I
                      wish you, dear reader, all the fruit that your journey into
                      the life of the spirit might offer. I bless and affirm your
                      spiritual process. I know for you that it will create a
                      life of peace, service and fulfillment, if you do your wrestling,
                      praying, contemplating and growing, as all seekers must
                      do. 
                      In truth, all humans must do this, for whether we are aware
                      of it or not, we are all seekers. Peace
                      and love to each of you. "All shall be well,"
                      as the famous mystic has said. Go
                      with God, as you experience and perceive of God. The
                      author    1. 
                      Journal Entry January 25th, 1996
 
 More and more I feel called to solitude as well as action
                      in the world. I have found myself contemplating the possibility
                      of a Hermitage for myself, praying for it, imagining it,
                      how it would look, and what I would do in it. I am praying
                      for God to teach me how to pray, to teach me how to make
                      my life a prayer. I would like simple work, simple being,
                      and simple living.
 More
                      and more I want less and less. I have given up television
                      for Lent and find this a gift. I am attempting to make weekends
                      a time of solitude, meditation and prayer. My boss, hounding
                      me to come into work over the weekend (even though I was
                      sick, and despite our agreement that I will not work on
                      weekends) has prompted me to consider turning off the phone
                      and answering machine over the weekend. I,
                      of course, am greatly inspired by the large Merton biography
                      I am reading. This is an influence in that I am feeling
                      called more and more to solitude, though I have felt this
                      call before. I think back to my visit to the House of Prayer
                      Retreat House at the Tipton convent, where I first read
                      Carlo Caretto's Letters to the Desert. I think of Caretto's
                      call to solitude and his eventual decision to be solitary
                      part of the year and activist part of the year. Perhaps
                      I am to do this during the course of a week: four intensive
                      days of work and prayer, three days of solitude and prayer? I
                      asked the Holy Spirit to give me some wisdom on this subject
                      in Merton's No Man is an Island. The spirit gave me, amazingly,
                      chapter 7, page 117, "Being and Doing," all about
                      the balance of activity and non-activity, and how necessary
                      both are. It spoke of the importance of silence, rest and
                      non-activity. With these things in our lives, our work and
                      our activity both become blessed. I
                      also think of what I read last night in the new little Merton
                      biography. What I gleaned from it is that in being a hermit
                      is difficult and must be done well, or it will destroy a
                      person. Lord,
                      what are you are calling me to do: to be a priest, a religious, a religious hermit,
 a priest who is also a hermit,
 or a secular hermit?
 or to continue my current work/ministry
 and be a hermit part of the week?
 I
                      am unsure, but I think I am sensing the right possibilities
                      for myself. Make
                      it clear, God. And say it loudly, please. I'm at rather
                      hard of hearing sometimes, as you know!  (Above:
                      The author)
 Photos © 2003 Michael D. Purvis, all original or public
                      domain material
 
 2. 
                      Journal Entry February 29th, 1996
 
 I realized in the last few days that my current desire for
                      a hermitage and solitude in my life not only goes back to
                      when I went to the House of Prayer ten years ago and read
                      Letters from the Desert by Father Carlo Carretto, but to
                      the vision of a house I have been picturing and dreaming
                      of. It has a garden (as Merton had a Zen Garden at his monastery)
                      and is appropriate for solitude.
 I
                      saw such a house and boarded up on a wooded lot today. What
                      a contrast this would be to my current home in the middle
                      of the city, surrounded by concrete and apartment buildings.
                      I do enjoy of the wonderful 1920s ambiance of my apartment!
                      I love opening its leaded glass windows and looking across
                      the city-scape to see the beautiful old cathedral which
                      sits across the street and frames itself beautifully in
                      my living room window. 0n cloudy days the church looks like
                      a ghost ship moored in a foggy sea, and at night, lit up
                      against the midnight blue sky it is incredibly beautiful.
                       Up
                      here on the third floor, at the top of the building in its
                      corner, facing the church, my apartment is a kind of retreat.
                      The oriental rugs, the comfortable furniture, the statues
                      I have painted, the antique icons and religious portraits
                      I have collected make it a beautiful space to relax, meditate
                      and pray in. It is rather like praying and living at the
                      Bishop's residence! I
                      suppose its not very hermit-like! It's not a model of austerity
                      or simplicity, but we have to start somewhere, right?!?  (My
                      Apartment, which I have jokingly called "The Bishop's
                      Residence!":
 a beautiful space to relax, meditate and pray in.)
 Photos
                      © 2003 Michael D. Purvis, all original or public domain
                      material 
 
 
 (Top:
                      the view of the cathedral from my apartment window on Meridian
                      Street in Indianapolis. Middle: Some of the devotional,
                      sacred statues which I painted. Bottom: My French antique
                      print of the Blessed Mother, Our Lady of Sorrows) Photos
                      © 2003 Michael D. Purvis, all original or public domain
                      material
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