A number of years ago during an August retreat I noticed that the courtyard was covered with sheddings from the large sycamore trees along the parkway. Those many-shaped layers of bark reminded me of the layers that I shed during the deep, palpable silence of my time of quiet there. Heaviness fades as I remember to lay my concerns on the altar, as I share my thoughts with one of the brothers. That has been my experience in over 20 years of visits. And I leave with a quiet that follows me for many days through the weeks ahead.
Deacon Carol Kraft – Wheaton, Illinois
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