Rocking chair

My room at the monastery had a comfortable chair--a rocking chair.  I have spent hours in it--reading, reflecting, praying.  As you know in the past months I have been to many places, seen amazing sites, and encountered lots of people.   Besides the blog, I wrote a personal journal as I went.  These days I read my journal and all the memories came flooding back.  God has been so faithful and often has gifted me in ways I did not expect.  Today I leave the Trappists behind, treasuring the times of prayer,

the beautiful setting of the place,

and my chair for a week.