Monday, September 16, 2013
Last week we spent three days at the old Jesuit novitiate in Wernersville. There was a 7-day silent retreat ongoing when we arrived, emptying out of the cars into the western cloister, trying to slide through the silence with barely a ripple. The weather was hot and humid and my briefing in the lobby included tips for keeping your room cooler and reminders to drink plenty of water.
It was odd being on duty in the space where I am usually as off as I can be. My phone came with me in case the college needed to get in touch with us, I checked my email a couple of times a day, I kept our schedule flowing.
Patient Spiritual Director gave a terrific talk on spiritual direction in the modern era, complimenting our conversations about the tradition at the time of the desert ascetics.
This week we are reading a variety of narratives of silence (an eclectic collection including Patrick Fermor, Sara Maitland, and a utterly riveting recording of Thomas Merton instructing the novices on sacred silence), but we have a better ear for what they have to say.
Posted by Michelle at 10:51 PM