As I take back piece after piece of my Catholic heritage, I
am now taking back monasteries and convents. In my youth I was always struck by how
it felt to be in them. That atmosphere was one of the alluring things about becoming a woman of the cloth – an idea which both intrigued and terrified me.
(I was attracted to tranquility from an early age.)
I needn’t have worried. Turns out you can be inside of one of these places easily enough without signing up for life. You can simply go and stay. For days. Weeks. Months, if you have the time. I don't think you even have to be Catholic. You don’t have to actively participate in any of the Catholic things that go on there; you can just hole up and drink in the peacefulness.
During my heathen years, I thought that monastics were
wasting their lives – hiding out from the world because they couldn’t take it.
I knew nothing.
It seems to me that they radiate peace outward from their location. I predict that what they’re providing will be more and more in demand in this world of growing chaos. I hope that instead of dwindling out, the pendulum will swing the other way – I hope the demand will become so great that they’ll have to build more of them. If there were more of them, more area would be covered. That’s my theory, and my hope.
If people knew how great it is to immerse oneself in that ambience, they would flock there.
Next I’ll tell about the last couple of times I went.