PHILOKALIA MINISTRIES

The wind moves softly through the palm leaves. The stones are warm with fading sun. In the distance, a cave breathes out the cool air of forty years of prayer. The seeker stands at its entrance, hesitant. St Paul the Hermit emerges with a gentleness that feels older than the world. Seeker:  Father, there is a longing within me that I barely understand, a quiet pull toward stillness and the hermitage. At times my heart cries with the psalmist, “O that I had wings like a dove t