Monday morning my oldest son drove me to the monastery, this afternoon my second son came to take me home again. It felt like a blessing to have both my sons there and made me keep my family close during the whole week.
A week in a monastery, quile alone, only meeting the 7 nuns living there during prayers, and eating dinner with Father Anthony and a young man working in the monastery for a year, the rest of the 24 hours of every day, my only company was myself, my prayers, my books and my writing, my long walks in a beautiful winter landscape. A new experience for me, a blessed experience. And threads were gathered for a colourful shein which will be used in the continuing knitting of my life, right in the middle of my dear family.
The days at Tautra monastery have been important, and I will probably share alot from them in days and weeks to come. Today only a short glimpse and a photo showing what met me every morning on my way to the first prayes. Thanks for comments during my absent week, Torgeir, son#1 posted them for me.