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.
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.