“Music in the soul can be heard by the universe.” Lao Tzu
Before sunrise, the early bell rings. Their bare feet swing down from the straw mattress bed to the clean polished wooden floor. To save on utility bills, the heating thermostat hovers at sixty-five degrees. The closet size rooms mimic the lingering winter frost. The only other room furniture includes a plain writing desk and chair.
jolts morning routine forward
– hopping like small birds
Smoothing out every wrinkle and tucking the back-end of the white cotton bed sheets neat and snug, each sister then pulls the plain brown coverlet across their own bed. A second bell rings. The teakettle whistles and interrupts a thought on sacrifice:
To live a cloistered monastery life may seem to some, abnormal…I wonder, does it seem like an excuse to escape from life or can it be something of real value? What price can be tagged on kindred souls sharing tea time and daily chores with little friendly bells to dance through their prayerful day?
Breaking up the cloudy thought, a luminous red and orange morning sky appears and opens in harmony with the third bell.
hidden from the world
nuns chant melodic prayers…
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Inspiration: Quotation prompt from Ligo Haibun and some wonderful behind the scene prayer communities like: