How One Simple Trip to Taught me to Speak about the Ineffable
I once had the distinct privilege of speaking to a very eclectic group in Birmingham, England. I was asked to speak to a group on prayer— a group that was comprised of sweet British ladies who practiced contemplative prayer; refugees from the Congo, Rwanda, and all sorts of asylum seekers; and all the wonderful and genteel people that made up the parishes of Birmingham. I had just completed a four day tour of Wales, in which I, in no particular order:
Stayed in a tree house (photos below!)
Raced on single-lane roads through the mountains (no guard rail + racecar-driver friend = thrilling/terrifying ride)
Stopped our car about 17 times for sheep crossing, Welsh woolly horse crossings, and cows sitting in the middle of the road
Discovered new destinations on a whim: road sign for Ystradfellte? Let’s go! (Uncovering a 5th century church, later rebuilt by Cistercians - and a 16th century pub, waited on by a Welsh millennial who had no interest in leaving the valley)
Soaked in a bathtub, set in the ground, in 36 degree chill (that’s 2 degrees Centigrade, people), in the middle of nowhere, watching the Leonid meteor shower.
Rediscovered the pyro-love of my ten-year-old self, while burning through 56 candles trying to warm the kitchen shack next to the treehouse, which we discovered did not have heating
Squished sand between my toes and dipped them in the Irish Sea, while talking about life direction and where our inner stirrings might be leading us
Huffed and puffed up shale mountains covered in the sponge-like heather, to be rewarded with some of the most magnificent views I have ever seen
In the midst of all this hilarity and adventure, I was aware of the fact that, at some point, I needed to gather my thoughts for the talk I was about to give. I had jotted down some ideas before leaving the US, but the words hadn’t settled into me yet.
In the mornings I would pause to just be. Some might call this prayer or meditation, but it seems even simpler than that. Within that space I’d try consulting my inner knowing, opening a place for the divine to speak— but nothing came. I couldn’t force it. So I’d just be, and let my concerns float into the chilly Welsh sky.
I’d tell my traveling partner, “We should talk through my talk at some point.” “Sure, whenever,” he’d reply. But whenever never really felt right.
What’s the deal? I’d think at No One in Particular. How am I supposed to put the Ineffable into words?
How to say something important and meaningful about prayer? There are tomes and teachers and traditions reaching back thousands of years on the topic. You can ask any pastor, guru, or churchgoer for their explanation. But none of these adequately touch the Reality.
For me, the Reality is closer to wonder than it is to formalized rituals.
It’s closer to that supreme moment of intimacy between lovers or friends, when you feel deeply known, and seen.
It’s closer to that comfort, when, after other attempts at cheering or fixing, someone wise and whole enough is simply with you in your pain.
It’s closer to that gasp of air, when, after panting up a Welsh mountain for 90 minutes, through heather and ferns and waterfalls, you come around a bend and are met with a towering rock face that shoots into the heavens, with a dark moat at its base that says “this place is too sacred to approach.”
Instead of speaking, you fall to your knees.
Instead of selecting appropriate words, you breathe “thank you.”
Instead of conducting a speech, your heart expands to the size of the universe.
And that, my friends, is prayer enough.
Kelly Deutsch specializes in audacity. Big dreams, fierce desires, restless hearts. When seekers are hungry for unspeakably more, she offers the space to explore contemplative depths and figure out where they fit in the vast spiritual landscape. She speaks and writes about divine intimacy, emotional intelligence, John of the Cross, trauma-informed spiritual practice, and neuropsychology. Kelly offers spiritual direction, coaching, contemplative cohorts, and retreats. She is the bestselling author of Spiritual Wanderlust: The Field Guide to Deep Desire. When she isn’t exploring the interior life, you might find her wandering under Oregonian skies or devouring red curry.