How were we to know that if you read the map wrong, that Trappist, Kentucky, was on the way to Pleasant Hill, Kentucky. Read a chapter or one of your favorite Thomas Merton works. Firewatch, the epilogue to Sign of Jonas, is my favorite. It was so poetic. It is my time to be the night watchman, the eloquent night.
Moonlight reaches through the windows into a dark place.
Fragments of a severe and necessary information. Alone, silenmt, wandering on your appointed rounds through the corridors of a hige, sleeping monastery, you come around the corner and find yourself face to face with your monastic past and with themystery of your vocation. I find myself rushing, trying to get done. But, in reality, Merton's thoughts drive me down an unfamiliar path. She missed it a week.