The Beginning
Nothing can prepare me. Nothing can prepare me, no matter what I do to prepare myself, I know, That nothing can prepare me. This was my mantra the entire day before arriving at Saint Josephs Peace Abbey in Spencer Massachusetts. I have been there a few times, "back in the day" I guess you could say, and it has always been a special place to me. There is something about the vast meadows, rolling hillsides and amazing architecture that just seems to always hit home.
Years ago when I made my first significant journey there I had an amazing experience that I deem as a time in my life that "began my spiritual journey". I didn't know that what I was looking for was God and I sure didn't expect that I would ever find him, or that it would take me what seems now, like lifetimes. I always confused myself with everyone else's opinion about what God is, Or who he is, Or what he has or has not done for them and I never stopped and listened to myself.
Back on that special night we that we had went. A group of us. We arrived like tired marching ants that go in numbers accept by automobile. We journied to to the chapel on a cold fall evening to bestow ourselves upon the observence of the Trappists Monks. Public is welcome to their everyday ceremonies, however, they remain seperated by the Church building itself. If you're lucky enough you can catch a good sight of them while your visiting the Chapel...but it's hardly ever that you get to see any kind of action.
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