- Monastic life, for the short time I shared it, has its own rhythms of service, solitude, fellowship, and prayer. To enter those rhythms as a welcomed fellow pilgrim is rejuvenating. Makes me want to create rhythm in my own life.
- It took commitment to get to your “hermitage.” (The sisters call these cabins “herms.”) I packed my gear on a sled and hauled it across two wooden bridges, up a long hill and through the silent woods in a driving snowstorm. The snow was lovely, dark, and deep, and it felt like a mile long slog from the “herm” to the monastery for prayers and meals and then back. Don’t forget your flashlight for the trek after dinner.
- My “hermitage” really began when I realized I needed to get the mind of God. A contemplative reading described the “hunger” I felt as God’s hunger for me. I’m still reflecting on that.
- I appreciate the friends and acquaintances who shared encouraging words about my retreat. (One even sent cd’s of Kathleen Norris reading her book Acedia and Me.) I listened to each voice as the voice of God.
- I took two books: my Bible and Bonhoeffer’s The Cost of Discipleship. This Queen of Multitasking didn’t. I really can take two days to shut up, sit, listen, and pray.
- Journaling has a purpose, as I write to know what I think. But this time my thoughts weren’t important. I only jotted down what God thought.
Next time I’ll share about praying with the sisters and more about the monastery. Next year I’ll pack my snowshoes!