Walking on Water
We arrive at Our Lady of Guadalupe Trappist Abbey in northwest Oregon at about three in the afternoon. I park in the lower lot, pull my bag out of the van, and drop it on the ground. I don’t think. I just belt out a hefty “Shit!”
My traveling companion looks at me with as much monkish patience as he can muster and gently reminds me that we’re at a monastery. Properly humbled, I follow him to the guest quarters. (more…)