It's that time of year again.
The leaves are still turning, a chill is in the air. And by the time you read this, I will be safely ensconced in the wonder of Holy Cross Monastery for my parish's annual silent retreat.
It's funny how much comfort the silence of this retreat brings me, considering I already pretty much live like a monk. It's pretty silent at home. But I'm not home all that often, except to eat, sleep, and do endless loads of laundry. So it feels luxurious to be surrounded by people who are also keeping silent, allowing ourselves to be drawn in by the rituals of the Daily Office (the daily services kept by the monks).
It's not for everyone. But it's for me and I look forward to it every year.
I'll see ya on the flip side, Sunday night.
11 comments:
I love quiet. Enjoy your time!
That sounds like heaven to me. I would love to do something like that so I would be forced to think about all the things that need thinking about but which I manage to avoid in the noise of every day life.
That sounds so peaceful - enjoy and be recharged
you made it onto phedippidations! YEAH!!!!!!!!!
I should send my kids to keep you company there ...
Peace be with you!
hello, darkness my old friend.
Man, I missed a couple of days (a week?) of reading your blog, and I'm all over the place. Ok, I had a terrible run today. I walked for the first time in, what, years? Months, ok. Well, it was terrible. I am so nervous about this race. I know. You are being quiet. Ok. I can wait until you are back. Hey, the bike pic looks great!!!!
Oh, for CRYING OUT LOUD, hurry back! Next time don't promise us you're going to blog everday when you have a silent retreat on your calendar. I hope you had a wonderful time.
What did you learn in the silence this year? Are you a noisy thinker?
That always sounds like such a great time away, I remember when you did it last year. Time away from people attached to their cell phones would be wonderful.
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