If anyone can help me advance in prayer, it is Teresa.  She, with the will, intellect, wit, and sass to slay any dragon that threatens my recollection.  Having spent so many years being the personality in a cult of personality (that’s a huge difference between us), she learned to spurn it all for silence – which came at a price.  I am paying that price.  For every minute spent silently contemplating God, I must spend at least an hour madly dashing from subject to subject in my (ironically) thoughtless head.  BE STILL!  That is all that is required; yet, even chains and strange potions could not force me to be still within.  Teresa told me that for her it was often necessary to pick up a book.  Which it is.  Which I did.  Which gave my thoughts, in a short time, a place to dwell in silence and golden wonder, gazing at His beauty.

Teresa, I will speak more with you on this subject tomorrow, to be sure.