I just spent three days with Trappist monks on a silent, self-guided monastic retreat. It’s taken about 15 years for the stars to align for me to finally experience one of these. I’m grateful it’s taken so long–I realized a 15-years-younger Me would not have appreciated it as much. It was three days of no cell phone, no laptop, no talking. Nothing but me, myself, and some monks (and not even beer–they only made honey and fruitcake. Boo. Hiss.) I know, how on earth do you shut me up? This is how my silent retreat went:
Silence, only more breathtaking than the white space above. This is the silence I heard:
How did the rest of the retreat go? I’m still processing–more to come. Until then, peace be with you.