I tried to think of better times at the monastery.
However, it mainly has to do with my spiritual life.
There was one funny incident.
We have a large room called the wardrobe.
Inside were drawers where we each have a second set of habits.
On certain days, I was told not to enter it by any means.
It was a bit mystifying but I did as directed.
The wardrobe was situated next to our prayer room.
I was sweeping the prayer room when I happened to look out the window and froze in fear.
The type of fear one gets when seeing something unfamiliar.
What is that old man doing inside the monastery?
We had gardeners coming in but whenever they entered, a nun would ring a bell to warn us.
I looked more closely and then realized from the tall frame,
That it was Sister Bertha.
With that, the mystery was solved.
They would not let me in because they were getting their heads shorn.
They did not just cut the hair shorter but had it shaved completely to the skin.
Later at recreation, Sister Bertha asked me ruefully, “You saw me this morning, didn’t you?”
I told her yes.
My graces at prayers started so early, it was what kept me going.
Spiritual life is actually very interesting.
The journey inward though not accessible to our physical senses and knowledge,
Is very engaging.
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