I have come to another monastery, except it isn't really a monastery in the same sense as other ones I have been to. It's more of a retreat house with a missional order of nun-ish types living here, and boy do they chatter.
It is, in part, I suppose, that I am a bit of an oddity. An English Anglican Priest is not the normal guest they have. They are very friendly and it's nice enough to take part, but not what I had expected. It's just difficult to get a thought in edgeways.
I guess that is what I am noticing. I have come here to think and pray, and that process is disturbed every time I leave my room by the restlessness of conversation.
It makes me realise what we don't often have. Peace is spiritual, but it is also more than that. It is deeply precious.
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