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The Grand Silence, had over the years, made conversation difficult for Sister Scholastica, and she wondered if other nuns had found that the case in their lives. The Grand Silence which took place after the office of Compline until Mass the following day, was not an easy thing to keep in mind when she first became a novice nun many years before, but now it was a matter of fact in her life, and after Mass she found it difficult to learn to converse, especially if she was the Guest Mistress and had to converse with female guests who stayed, young girls who thought they had a vocation to be a nun, and she knew the first thing they must learn, is to not talk as much, not to need to converse, but to gain that inner silence which is necessary for a contemplative nun. Now it was part of her armour, part of who she was, and words were used sparingly like coins from a miser's purse, and she knew some sisters found it harder than others, and when she first came she realized just how hard it was to not talk when another person came in the room before Mass, or on the way to the wash room for water and to see another sister and not say good morning or how did you sleep? She waited in the cloister with the other nuns, waiting for the bell to toll for Mass to begin, and they would enter the church chanting the Latin entrance melody, the first chance to use the voice since before Compline the night before, and she gazed into the cloister garth at the early morning mist and birdsong, and knew the time of silence would not be long.
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Sep 9, 2018
Sep 9, 2018 at 3:21 AM UTC
Grand Silence 1971
The Grand Silence, had over the years, made conversation difficult for Sister Scholastica, and she wondered if other nuns had found that the case in their lives. The Grand Silence which took place after the office of Compline until Mass the following day, was not an easy thing to keep in mind when she first became a novice nun many years before, but now it was a matter of fact in her life, and after Mass she found it difficult to learn to converse, especially if she was the Guest Mistress and had to converse with female guests who stayed, young girls who thought they had a vocation to be a nun, and she knew the first thing they must learn, is to not talk as much, not to need to converse, but to gain that inner silence which is necessary for a contemplative nun. Now it was part of her armour, part of who she was, and words were used sparingly like coins from a miser's purse, and she knew some sisters found it harder than others, and when she first came she realized just how hard it was to not talk when another person came in the room before Mass, or on the way to the wash room for water and to see another sister and not say good morning or how did you sleep? She waited in the cloister with the other nuns, waiting for the bell to toll for Mass to begin, and they would enter the church chanting the Latin entrance melody, the first chance to use the voice since before Compline the night before, and she gazed into the cloister garth at the early morning mist and birdsong, and knew the time of silence would not be long.
TerryCollett
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Sep 9, 2018
Sep 9, 2018 at 3:21 AM UTC
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