I was at Holy Cross Abbey all week. It is silent and prayerful, so it's the best place on earth for me to get writing done. It is also beautiful and there are an abundance of cows in the pastures around the guesthouse. The things it lacks is just as important as the things it has in abundance -- no … [Read more...] about The People You Meet in Silence
Come with Me to Holy Cross Abbey
You clear your desk on a Monday morning, and pack lightly. You drive toward Berryville, Virginia and wonder if you brought enough books. As you cross the Shenandoah River on Route 7, you slow down for the right hand turn onto Castleman Road. The turn is so sharp that it's a U-turn. You think how … [Read more...] about Come with Me to Holy Cross Abbey
The Lessons of Silence
I come to the Abbey for silence, and I am overdue for a big slice of the stuff. I'll be here four precious nights, and I know they will race by. But the beauty of the Abbey is that nothing seems to race, not in the moment. Each moment has its own small life. This moment to pour that cup of coffee. … [Read more...] about The Lessons of Silence