this was my hermitage
the view from my rocking chair
the view from my screen porch
the cross at the edge of the prairie
guest reception at the main house
the chapel
on the walking path
wetland off the path
a deer print on the walking path
the path to my hermitage
a little squirrel who kept me company
wonderful....
ReplyDeleteSo beautiful. I loved sharing in these images.
ReplyDeleteI wonder how a person's experience of prayer changes, depending on the time of year they visit the hermitage. The landscape from your rocking chair and front porch is beautiful but bleak, speaking to that paschal mystery of death before new life, which I am thinking could really affect the conversations that happen with God in such a scene.
Look forward to hearing more about this time for you. xoxo
dave: thanks honey.
ReplyDeletechristianne: yes, the time of year definitely affects your experience, and autumn is definitely my favorite time of year. even though it might seem that way, i don't find the view bleak at all. in fact, i had one of the best retreats ever. very tender presence. mostly wordless listening. *sigh* i could have used a couple more days.
you should stay longer next time...
ReplyDeleteoh honey. that's so sweet. maybe i'll head out there during the week sometime in the dead of winter. we'll see.
ReplyDeletei'll say it again: it looks positively heavenly. it seems like the place itself (even if there were no signs posted) invites silence and communion with the holy. i can imagine it in budding springtime, or in the verdant green of summer too. it's not hard to imagine thick layers of snow, the likes of which also invite so much silence.
ReplyDeletei'm so glad you got this time away.
thanks kirsten. i just know you would absolutely love this place. i can almost imagine meeting you on the path. :)
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