I dreamt of the chance to be privy to such a scene. A couple of days in person gently negotiating deeper and deeper access to the monastery. My first hours there I was allowed no further than the gate separating the altar from the choir in their chapel.
Don’t get me wrong, I think the sisters and I hit it off right from the get go – they are a welcoming bunch to be sure – but there are rules about this sort of thing. First a quick tour of the grounds, then back out. Next, as they began to know me better and understand my goal, some time spent with novitiates in their studies and prayer.
Eventually it was time to do the laundry, though, and from my previous tour I knew we would be walking down a path that would mislead you as to your time and place even on its worst day. And this time, I was blessed with a strong breeze.
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