Bend in the road kind of town. But that bend contains a Benedictine women’s monastery where not my heart, but my soul resides parttime.
The narrow gothic chapel with choir stalls facing each other, soft quiet guestrooms with perfect views of dawn, the grounds all around where the stillness is only broken by what sounds like ocean--but is instead giant windmills the sisters campaigned to have installed on their land, farmers’ land nearby, and on the grounds of the men’s monastery down the way--it’s called the Conception Project, named for the men’s house.
Even though the women did the work.
Of course they did. Sounds wonderful.ReplyDelete
I loved it. Until the last sentence.ReplyDelete
Being nuns, they are serene about it and joke around. It isn't the monks fault really. "Conception wind farm" sounds more interesting than "clyde"...Delete
It sounds just like the temple in Thailand, where the nuns did all the work for the monks.Delete
I long for that kind of stillness--it seems so difficult to find.ReplyDelete
Just went to the Clyde Monastery website. They have a podcast. I love it.ReplyDelete