Eileen O'Hea's last writings capture the distilled wisdom of a woman who had been seeking God all her life and who had come to know the God, who was also seeking her within her seeking. Her writings possess the clarity, precision, even terseness of a teacher skilled at her craft. They carry that sweet pain that truth cuts us with as it slices through old fixed patterns, melts down comfortable self-deceptions, and opens us to the wonderful formlessness of the real. They also have the radical refreshing humility of a genuine teacher who is in love with the truth, not her reputation.