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The taxi dropped me off at the end of the drive. I wanted to walk up the avenue of trees to the monastery and leave the outer world by a slow walk. It was September and the August warmth remained and birds flew overhead. Half way up the drive, I saw three black robed monks walking towards me. I knew them all from my previous visits. This time it was to stay and take my place amidst them all. Words of welcome and enquiries of my health and state of mind and humour to relax me as we entered the porter's lodge of the abbey. A sense of nervousness entered me. The world and its works left behind and the inner world of this desert would shape me and prepare me. After the introduction and cheer, a brother took me to my room or cell as it was called and watched and talked as I unpacked my things. He studied the books I unpacked: Story of a Soul, Confessions of St Augustine, one Bible and poems of Hopkins. He left me and said he would return later for me for the Office of None; two others came so I wasn't alone.
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Aug 24, 2018
Aug 24, 2018 at 8:09 AM UTC
First Day at the Abbey 1971
The taxi dropped me off at the end of the drive. I wanted to walk up the avenue of trees to the monastery and leave the outer world by a slow walk. It was September and the August warmth remained and birds flew overhead. Half way up the drive, I saw three black robed monks walking towards me. I knew them all from my previous visits. This time it was to stay and take my place amidst them all. Words of welcome and enquiries of my health and state of mind and humour to relax me as we entered the porter's lodge of the abbey. A sense of nervousness entered me. The world and its works left behind and the inner world of this desert would shape me and prepare me. After the introduction and cheer, a brother took me to my room or cell as it was called and watched and talked as I unpacked my things. He studied the books I unpacked: Story of a Soul, Confessions of St Augustine, one Bible and poems of Hopkins. He left me and said he would return later for me for the Office of None; two others came so I wasn't alone.
TerryCollett
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Aug 24, 2018
Aug 24, 2018 at 8:09 AM UTC
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