Through the generosity of a good friend, monk Thomas Merton got his hands on a good camera. It became a sacred tool of meditation for him. It opened up a whole new way of seeing life for him.
I know the feeling.
He would walk through the woods, the monastary, even the railway yards, viewfinder to his eye, feasting on the concentrated things he saw there, as if for the first time. For him it became a completely new form of personal meditation. And of course, he took pictures.
It’s all captured in the book, A Hidden Wholeness. I don’t see how anyone could remain quite the same after feasting on this book. I’ve read it carefully at least a half dozen times over the past few decades.
We’re thankful for special things like that!