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Our monthly Newsletter is the best way to stay connected with The Contemplative Society. Each edition shares upcoming events, announcements, and special publications, including original reflections, poetry, and contemplative resources.

February 2025 Newsletter

February 7, 2025

Joyful blessings, fellow contemplatives. Offered in this newsletter: +  A new reflection by Paula Pryce . +  A TCS online retreat with Justin Coutts , held on February 22, 2025. + Links to access  TCS’s newest video  on: “Christian Contemplation”. +  A ‘Quiet Day’ , an in-person community retreat held on March 08, 2025. And more!   Home by Another Way: Trusting the Dark Journey of the Non-Sensorial  by Paula Pryce   If you are searching,you must not stop until you find.      When you find,...

January 2025 Newsletter

January 14, 2025

New Year 2025 blessings, contemplative companions. A February 2025 online retreat with Justin Coutts is offered by TCS in this newsletter.   “The Gate of Heaven is Everywhere” ~ Thomas Merton by Barbara Cecil (Dedicated to the young people who are inheriting the world we have created.) I was touched by how Heather Ruce opened the daily Pause of meditation and Centering Prayer earlier this month. She spoke of a great wave surrounding us, permeating us, which is itself the flow of God. The name...

December 2024 Newsletter

December 4, 2024

Advent, with dragons by Paula Pryce "A most cruel and horrible dragon issued forth . . .  of various colours, with a beard and hair that seemed of gold, and teeth that seemed of iron, eyes sharp and brilliant as kindled flame." – The Legend of St. Margaret of Antioch Dragons curling, twisting, encroaching.  Many have said that this Advent feels different.  The soft hopefulness diminished, the growing light muted.  Instead a cavern of tangled serpents seems to be at our feet.  A roiling world...

November 2024 Newsletter

November 19, 2024

Holdfast. As a kid, I used to love finding seaweed on the beach after a big storm. We would wield short strands of kelp like clubs in mock fights, twirl the long ones above our heads so they’d whistle in the wind, and pop the little air-and-slime-filled bladders. Once in a while we’d even find a root-like holdfast. Holdfasts. Such a lovely name; such an unglamorous appearance. By the time a holdfast shows up on the beach, it is dead: brittle and broken, a woody knot no longer holding fast to...

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