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Friday, January 19, 2007

Merton's Abbey; Earth Sanctuary

Friday's RNS report features a look at the Abbey of Gethsemani in Trappist, Ky., where silence speaks louder than words. Roy Hoffman reports: Like a pale fortress over the scarlet hills, the Abbey of Gethsemani rises at the end of Monk's Road. Founded in 1848 by French Trappist monks, Gethsemani is now home to about 70 monks who spend their days in work and prayer. It's also the yearly destination for 4,500 faithful, who stay for short periods in the retreat house, and an equal number of visitors who come to walk the grounds and visit the church and reception center. Visiting Gethsemani, it's impossible not to think about onetime resident Thomas Merton, the Trappist monk who wrote elegant poetry as well as a spiritual memoir, "The Seven Storey Mountain," among other books.

A spiritual retreat is not a vacation, writes correspondent Nanine Alexander in her first-person account: The sky is clouded but promising the first day of my solo retreat at Earth Sanctuary on Washington's Whidbey Island. I brush my teeth and dress, ready to go for my early-morning walk. I step quickly onto the back porch and close the door. Locking myself out. And so begins another day on the road to serenity. As a member of the generation that went in search of itself, I've come to realize that a lot of us are searching again. The number of people going on individual retreats in search of meaning in their lives is on the rise, according to the Travel Industry Association of America, a leading nonprofit trade association. But don't think this quest for meaning is limited to my baby boom generation. My quest was rooted in something very simple: I need periodic escapes from people and noise.

1 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

我爱上帝!
亲爱的读者,电我!
God have saved my life
About author
1. name:cai yuan,boy
2. place of born:china,jiangxi,ganzhou,longnan
3. university:financial and economic of jiangxi
4. email:cai888yuan@sina.com
5. tel: +86(0760)5263450(hand phone)
6. letter:guangdong,zhongshan,cuiheng bag sewing factory.

Oh, my God, where are you?!
A. I, caiyuan, at about 10 years old, several times woke suddenly from abstract nightmare dream. “I’m so frittened, I’m so fritened……’’ “it’s belong to me before, but no more now!……’’next day, I’m sick and weak badly, food no more.
B. In the night of September 15,2001,about 8’oclock,outside of sports meet place, suddenly I was hit by a wine bottle on the back of my head deadly, later my back with a shirt on was hit by the broken bottle. I lay down on the rodeside hours, I’m going to die. A bright star shining over me, I feel peace, it can never forget that special scene! half of a month, special things visited me, a hurted boy.
1. It’s the star saved my life from death! my heart often bit crazy lost controlness, shutting my eyes no delay, I stared at star in my eyes , thus my heart bit slowly down to nomal. my life was saved by the star!
2. It’s God saved my life from death! lying down on the bed sickly, outside a boy riding on a motorcycle call me like my little brother, “elder brother, ge-ge……’’,without delay, I cry “God save me, God save me!……”thus the motercycle ghost boy disappear faraway, I’m safe in the end. God saved my life!
3. God drove away the ghost crying “wa,wa!……”.At my countryside home, I several times heard the ghost crying “wa,wa!……”,for that I just cry more loudly like the ghost’s “wa,wa!”, and the voice of the ghost “wa,wa” went away from me! Again my life was saved!
4. About December, 2004,in my dream, when I was going to get the cup of water, the cup was taken by somebody suddenly, again and again, I was woken by that. the dream itself was not frittened, but later was very terrible! “wa,wa!……”the ghosts cried again! my heart bit so fast! No controlness like a nuclear weapon on fire! “God save me! God bless me!……”, so good, so great! my heart bit slowly down to nomal, like a car run down to the rive bellow the mount road, and the car fly slowly up back to the road later! my life was saved again!Thank my God!
I love my God!
My dear readers, call me!

1/25/2007 03:55:00 AM

 

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