the following is my journal of this pilgrimage of silence with the trappists. this 'journal' is a strange mix of stories, narratives written for me, and with some narratives written for you. i couldn't decide who i was writing for. i hope it doesn't confuse if you care to read it at all. if you wish you can view some of my pictures. the photo album is sure to be updated.
shalom, -g
day 1:
this is my first day at the abbey. arrived with no problem, their directions are quite good (although i might contest their mileage numbers). was greeted by brother thadeus and given my room. i was surprised to find that most of the retreat house is in constant silence, instead of just observing silence for a period of time. the silence does pervade the space, you can feel as if God's presence is more apparent. my room is nice, all that one needs & nothing more.
i made my first prayer service. i was bummed to find that i cannot sit in the choir lofts with the monks. that has been something i've gotten used too. i understand it though, this space is much more popular than other one i've frequented. prayers were great, it took me some time to get into the rhythm, not to mention the sign of the cross and genuflecting on que.
dinner was nice. this i was worried about as the trappists are vegetarians. i like my burger. so far so good. they make cheese here as part of their labor, so i enjoyed trying their cheeses.
i met father anton after that, he is the guestmaster and does a little introduction & video to new retreat-ants. i was the only one who was new, so it was just he and i. i enjoyed hearing his viewpoint of the history of the abbey, brother lewis (thomas merton), St. Benedict, & a history of monasteries. much i already knew, but it was interesting to see what points he uplifted as teachable. i loved the video, it was wonderfully peaceful. the teaching woven into the video by father matthew was fun, humble, and with depth.
we closed with compline, which has always been a favorite hour of prayer of mine. i've been incredibly horrible lately of keeping this hour (for some reason i've been a whole lot better keeping mid-day and evening prayer). what was interesting is that the brothers seem to do all of compline in the dark. there were some lights, but in the choir loft it was quite dark and i'd have a hard time understanding how all could see the Psalms & prayerbook. which makes me wonder, have they memorized the compline? they gather in community prayer seven times a day, they go through the whole book of Psalms every two weeks. is it like that of my liturgy where i know from heart the response and flow? i don't know. we closed with a blessing from the abbot. i retreated to my room for reading, a phone call home, and sleep.
day 2:
in my ambition i was up at 3am to join the community for Vigils at 3:15am. i love the opening to Vigils.
"Oh Lord, Open my Lips and My mouth shall proclaim your Praise"
i just find that a wonderful way to start the day, the first words out of the mouth are directed towards God in prayer. at home this energy is generally directed at one of my dogs, "what, you need to go outside?"
i tried to wake and make it to Lauds, or morning prayer, but i had fallen back asleep and the tiredness has shown itself. next prayer time is 12:15. and there are more morning prayers tomorrow.
things i am realizing: 1. i'm way to addicted to the internet, i'm jonesing about not being able to check email, blog, or even surf to read articles that i have no real need for. 2. i see a collision of God speaking on developing a prophetic voice. merton spent his last few years writing on non-violence and peace, so there is a spirit here of that. the books i've brought lean that way as well though they don't speak exactly at that. i'm interested to find what is behind day 2.
yeah, i made it to sext prayers. stopped by the visitor center & gift shop after lunch/dinner. very tempting to buy a bunch of stuff. however, other than some book titles & a dvd of Father Matthew Kelty's homilies i'm not sure i've been touched to purchase a whole lot. good thing, i need to go home with some money.
took a hike to walk off some energy. made it through some muddy trails to get to one of their pilgrim paths. i stopped by a lake with an earthen dam. it reminded me of penuel ridge. i stood for a moment and then started walking. suddenly a beaver, small one, scared the crap out of me as it jumped into the water and swam away from me. i wanted to see the beaver again, so i sat at the edge of the lake hoping beaver would show up again. this one didn't, but soon some more did. these were bigger than the one that scared the crap out of me. they would swim around and then look towards me as if they were checking me out. then they would dive. then a blue heron flew up into the trees from the lakes edge. to this i thought, amazing how much life happens within the depths & surface of a lake even during such a deadening time as winter.
i continued on. walking the path one stumbles on statues, an icon, other artwork, some chairs, rocks and benches all along the path. the signs though continue to point to 'the statues' so i kept going. towards the end of the path there was a little shack for rosary prayers. i thought it was an outhouse. it wasn't but i suppose you can call it a place of release. i continued on, the abbey bell sounded indicating none prayer time. oops missed another prayer time. finding the statues path of the garden of Gethsemani i stopped by and sat and wondered, "what is it i am sleeping on?" "do i need to be doing something?"
after checking out the statues i walked further. i'm not sure i was supposed to do that. there was a trail, but it was well grown over and riddled with sticker bushes. you'd think i'd know better to just turn around, but i felt like there just had to be something at the end of the trail. there just had too. at the end of the trail was the same field that i walked out of onto the trail, but it was another vantage point and nearby was a chair. so i just sat in the chair and listened to the wind rolling over the hills and through the trees. it was cold. across the field i could see through another treeline a lake with shining water. i walked to the lake, St. Edmond's lake. there i stood for awhile watching the sun shine off the lake.
i then turned and walked back through the field, taking an access road that followed the creek bed. i'm not sure i was supposed to do this as i had to navigate across the creek bed (no biggie) and up a hill through woods (also no biggie). not hard, but it wasn't traditional. back into the main garden i strolled in slowly meditating on my time among nature. then the abbey bell scared the crap out of me ringing for the quarter of the hour. i thought my heart was about to go into defib.
took a nap, missed evening prayer and almost missed supper. made compline and have spent the evening reading.. so eventful..
day 3:
uh oh, slept in. i woke for breakfast, but almost missed out on that. i must have been tired as i fell back asleep trying to do some morning reading. woke in time for sext prayers. we were into the pilgrim psalms, which i am more familiar with than the lament psalms, so the prayer time was more enriching & uplifting.
set down after lunch and finished 'prophetic imagination.' quite a bit to contemplate. i am convicted to ask, what voice i am speaking from? as a minister of faith, how can i be all those things the prophets were? or am i to be a prophetic voice at all? it's a bit contrary to the contempative life i've sought & found a place in these last few years.
none prayer time. again, we are in the pilgrim psalms and i am feeling uplifted. i suppose this time is part of my pilgrimage. even though my concept of pilgrimage has a bit to do with travel & my car hasn't left it's parking spot since i arrived. i suppose i am that weary pilgrim that knocked on the door of the abbey, welcomed by one of the brothers, met the porter and have taken refuge here. you know, that's not to hard to imagine now.
took a walk, there are two hills outside the abbey walls with statues. it's cloudy out, not that cold, but not a beautiful day at any level. but i stand on a hill with what could be a statue of Christ as a shepard holding a child. i take some time to chill out then snap some pictures (okay, quite a few pictures). it is now lightly snowing. funny how a snow has turned an otherwise miserable day into something unique.
walked across to the other hill. here lies a tall cross on a bed of rock. the snow is really starting to come down now. there is chair on the hill a number of feet from the cross, but it's at the very top of the hill. i sit and take notice, you can see all around the hillside and behind the walls of the abbey. snow continues to build. i start singing, 'peace be still' as it just wells from my soul. i continue on singing, thank goodness no one is around to hear me, i feel like i sound awful. strange enough, the snow lightens and i feel like this was my release into the trip.
if you've been on retreat a number of times you always go into with some reservations and holding something back. then, then there is a point where you really let go over those reservations and God is allowed to well up inside you. i think this was my point. conversed in a prayer, something to the effect of me being selfish, i was too overly concerned with 'how i looked' than what God was doing in my life.. funny part, i don't think i've looked very good for awhile. so we talked.. the abbey bell rang 3:30, wow, only out here for 15 some minutes. the snow picked up again, this time it was really coming. it was probably the most peaceful snow i've been a part of since i was a child. i thought to myself, at home i would have people emailing about snow policies or the news would be all over it telling where the clouds were going.
i wanted to get up and leave, it was getting cold and snow was building on me, not the ground though. but i remember some words of pennington or merton, to resist the moment to leave and just continue to sit in silence. i'm not well skilled in this, so i struck up a cigar. i had bought a bunch for my brother and sister's new years eve party (he asked me to bring cigars, which we didn't smoke). i took them with me as i used to smoke a pipe during my days at camp, there was something about it, it took care to pack and light & you couldn't run around with a pipe hanging out of your mouth like a cigarette, so in ways, it slowed me down during chaotic times. i have no idea where my old pipe is so i figured, the next best thing. so i sat and smoked a 5 and half dollar cigar on top of a hillside, in a snowstorm, while sitting in silent conversation with God. then i had to try and take a picture of myself, as this just seemed too unreal a moment.
the abbey bell struck 3:45 and i felt that it was time well spent, extinguished my cigar and broke apart the remainder at the base of a spruce tree (i took the wrapper thing with me for your environ conscious). slowly took my time getting back to the guest house and then sat in the dining area drinking some coffee and thawing out over another book.
vespers bell rang and i proceeded to the balcony, there are some more retreats or visitors here now.
i really do enjoy compline, something about it. here they sing this song of Simeon, which i have been blessed with.
Song of Simeon
Lord, save us! save us while we are awake
protect us while we are asleep, that we may keep our watch with Christ
and when we sleep rest in peace.
Lord, now let your servant go in peace; your word has been fulfilled:
My own eyes have seen the salvation
which you have prepared in the sight of every people
A light to reveal you to the nations
and the glory of your people Israel
day 4:
last night i was up later than planned in my lone conversation up until this point. till now i was able to get away with some small one sentence answers, some "good mornings," & a number of nods. tonight i loaned some matches to one of the other retreat-ants. then ended up in a conversation with that particular one and another. both are here as a participating brother to see if this is a future life for them. interesting, one is 19 & the other 48. both have not had what one might call interesting lives, by this they have worked varied jobs, lived as broken people and have come to know Christ somewhere in the mix, nothing that would say to me the monastic vocation is for them. and both do not seem to be too knowledgeable of the ways of a monastery, however, they are here and it was nice to talk to someone. i grew tired and left the conversation after they discussed the life of working in a bakery versus a bread factory. i wish them well on their searches.
getting to bed late meant a rough time getting up in the morning, so i didn't even try for 3:15 vigils. i had hoped to do at least one full day of prayers. maybe some other time. got ready for breakfast and terce prayers.
lunch/dinner had a nice 'talk' going about silence and the desert fathers. the monk who was giving the talk told a story that i've read before, it was nice to hear it told. abba poeman was visited by the high priest of the day to gain a favorable word. abba poeman sat with the priest in silence for some time when a study under the abba said to the man, 'abba, give the priest a good word so that he may go in peace.' to this the abba said, 'if he cannot find favor in my silence then words do no good.' quirky story as the desert fathers and mothers go. another story he told was a saying, 'a man who through his silence has come close to God speaks softly, but walks even softer.'
i am beginning to see the rhythm of my days:
- sleep through vigils
- get up in time for food
- finally attend a prayer time
- take a nap trying to read a book
- wake up in time for more food
- actually get some reading done
- afternoon prayers
- take a long walk
- spend time reflecting on time
- vespers prayer time
- wait for next feeding time
- compline
- wander aimlessly
so goes my day.
compline:
Song of Simeon
Lord, save us! save us while we are awake
protect us while we are asleep, that we may keep our watch with Christ
and when we sleep rest in peace.
Lord, now let your servant go in peace; your word has been fulfilled:
My own eyes have seen the salvation
which you have prepared in the sight of every people
A light to reveal you to the nations
and the glory of your people Israel
day 5:
I woke for lauds prayers. pennington tells that there is something about being up before the rest of the world and being in the silence. i think that is true. for this one it was a funny moment as one of the retreat-ants farted during prayers. i wasn't able to not stop chuckling after that. call it childish, but it brought back all the encounters of the week with people with bowel movements (me included). the purging of a system if you will, the trappists are on a vegetarian diet, which means we are on a vegetarian diet. i've felt the food to be quite good, but it has wreaked havoc on the system.
i was tapped during prayer time as today is memorial to saint scholastica. funny enough, i was reading some st. benedict stories last night before bed and found one of her to be quite fascinating so i wrote it down. just so happened to be the story that i wrote down that they shared this morning. it amazes how things fall into place when they are surrounded by God.
anyhow, slept for a bit and woke for prayers. i have packed up most of my things breakfast starts in 15 minutes, then prayers. i'll take some pictures, purchase some gifts for those at home and be on the road again.
this monastic pilgrimage has come to close, but i again walk with songs in my soul, some new, some old. i hope that i talk a bit softer now and walk even softer.
shalom
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