A Community of Souls in Motion
Art Arising Out of Sacred Silence
This piece came about during a recent retreat, in a time of silence before we each shared our faith pilgrimages. In that quiet space, before there were words, there was simply the page, the pen, the stillness, and the inward movement of thought and spirit. As I sat there, these forms began to emerge almost instinctively: spirals, spiral-like enclosures, shapes within shapes, all set against a dark ground.
Looking back, that feels fitting. A retreat often gives us space to notice what is already moving within us beneath the surface. Before any of us spoke aloud about our journeys, this drawing was already expressing something about them. The spirals suggest movement, journey, returning, deepening, an unfolding. They feel like faith pilgrimage itself, which is rarely a straight line. It circles back. It revisits old places at a deeper level. It narrows and widens. It sometimes feels as though we are going inward when we thought we were going forward.
The piece was drawn in the context of community, yet also in a deeply personal moment of reflection. We were preparing to share our stories, and so the drawing seems to have become a visual meditation on that experience. The large central spiral can be seen as the deep center of the self, the soul, or God’s presence at the core, while the surrounding spirals evoke companion journeys, distinct yet sharing a common visual language. In that sense, the piece arose not only from silence but from the shared anticipation of hearing the faith journeys of others.
The dark spaces matter too. Because the forms remain light against a dark background, the image carries the sense of journeys being traced out of mystery, uncertainty, grief, hiddenness, or unknowing. That also belongs to retreat and to pilgrimage. Silence does not erase darkness, but it can help us notice contour, grace, and heldness within it.
So the piece came about very simply: in silence, at retreat, before testimony. But perhaps it also came about more deeply as a response to that holy threshold where inward life begins to take shape before it can yet be spoken. It was something like prayer through pattern, reflection through line, a quiet rendering of a community of souls in motion.













