Prayer and reflection: The gift of being truly known

Prayer and reflection

Sometimes, when I close my eyes, a special place from my childhood comes to mind. In our old house, there was a comfortable, cosy window seat that looked out over an urban view softened by a patchwork of green and a hotchpotch of architectural styles – church spires, office blocks, flats and dome-shaped roofs. I often sat there, deep in thought. One memory in particular stays with me. I was there with my best friend, listening to music. Time passed, perhaps an hour or so, before she quietly said how relaxed she felt, and that not talking, simply sharing the silence, felt right. I remember the peace of it.