Silent But Not Alone

The rooms at Wernersville are VERY SMALL, as they are at most similar places.  And I am a very messy person, so there were challenges.  I had to pick up even my window sill every day, because things have a way of piling up.  The gremlins, you know ~ they, too, like silent retreats.

When it was cleaned up, my window looked like this:

Chocolate from Michelle, along with a note on the back of a card.

A portrait of St. Ignatius, with the Suscipe on the back.

One of my favorite pictures of my three kids, on the beach in St. Augustine.

My ipod.

A drawing which Wayne made during his own retreat at Wernersville.  It flames right up when the sun shines from the back.

A card with a quote from Julian of Norwich, a gift from a friend and colleague from home who was there the same week that I was, directing four retreatants.

The room was SO TINY that I had no choice but to be reminded each day that there were other people there with me.  And that was very good.