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Once I was sitting in a room with a group of people, listening to her (Jeanne de Salzmann) speak. For one fleeting second or microsecond, an indescribable, subtle force gently touched every cell in my body, every hope in my heart, every question in my mind. Or should I say simply, something truly sacred appeared in me and disappeared even as it appeared -like a thousand fine particles of silent light. My heart joyfully rested; my body surrendered all its tension; my mind stopped as wind stops for a second when it changes direction. I am.

 

I do not remember where I was sitting, whether it was in the front row or behind other people. But in that very microsecond she quickly turned her eyes to me and said, simply and undramatically, “That was a good moment”.[1]

 

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[1] Jacob Needleman, What is God? (New York: Penguin, 2009) pp. 213-214.

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