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Visiting A Convent - Behind The Walls

I'll admit it: when my kids were little, and days were demanding and I never seemed to have time to pray, I dreamed of a nice little cell in a nice little convent somewhere. Quiet would reign, prayer would be continuous, and peace would ensue.

I was kidding myself, of course. As an Irish lass, I wouldn't last a day in the silence that is necessary for such a rigorous way of life. I'd be the "How do we solve a problem like Maria?" sort of nun.

And yet...there is still a draw to that type of holiness. Over at Regina Blog, there is a lovely post about the life of Benedictine nuns, and their life "behind the walls."

AT HOME AMONG THE BUDDING DOGWOOD, REDBUD AND SAND PLUM TREES STANDS THE PRIORY, a great log cabin that once housed the monks of Clear Creek Monastery. Flocks of sheep attended by ever-vigilant sheep dogs raise their heads as a rare car drives by. Monks from the Abbey  can be seen off in the distance tending cattle, vineyards or construction. 

Several times a day, the Nuns can be seen moving between the Priory and the Oratory, engaged in their Horarium, Latin for ‘the hours” and the name given to the daily schedule of those living here.
  
"Our walled fence is simply a sign that monks and nuns have left the world, to be strangers to it, to be apart from it, thereby to be living (as far as frail human nature allows) the life of intimate union with God, participating in the angelic life of Heaven,” explains Mother Prioress Annuntiata.

Head over to that blog and read and enjoy the photos. And dream of that calling; it is rare and beautiful.

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