Time Out, NY, recently ran a piece reviewing Holy Cross Monastery. It's kind of a funny article, like most first-timers, the reviewer had an interesting reaction the silences. From the article:
After the best night of sleep that I’ve had in years, an old-school dinner bell announced the 7:30am Saturday breakfast (on Sundays, you’re given 15 more minutes to linger in bed). Hey, sloth is a deadly sin after all, and a bit of discipline never hurt anyone. Served in the brick-appointed, sunlight-filled refectory which overlooks the Hudson River and a glorious Vanderbilt manse, the morning repast falls during the last hours of the Great Silence, so you’ll endure the rare experience of communicating to 14 holy men sporting flannel shirts and jeans via hand gestures while munching on your toast. Though I had difficulty with the chatting restriction, being silent does make you focus on and appreciate such simple pleasures as wholesome, tasty food: I dined on locally-grown arugula, homemade chorizo-topped whole-wheat pizza and chocolate-chip cookies—all prepared by a Culinary Institute of America–trained chef. And if you get ravenous between meals, you can help yourself to a bowl of free fruit. (source)
I know what she means about sleep. I sleep better at the Monastery than anywhere else in the world--something about the dark nights and quiet, I suppose. The lifestyle in the monastery is also so balanced and healthy that they body just seems to say, "Ahhhh."
-t
2 comments:
Lovely! HCM translated into journalese! Thanks for posting, Tay.
Yeah, that's pretty cool!
-t
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