So instead of doing anything, say, productive or responsible, since finals week has begun, I'm going to hang out on LJ and picspam. (Note: "picspam" is both a noun and a verb, yes? It is now.)
On Friday, after I "finished" my term paper for Ancient Christianity, which is probably the worst paper I've ever written and was written over two
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Isn't it just so true. Freud would diagnose us with tonsure-envy.
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Great post and pictures. I've been dying to go on a monastery retreat. It's one of those "to do before the baby comes" goals that I think I'm not going to make. Someday, though!
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I really want to find another time to go for much longer. It was so easy to find myself at peace. Happiness was so much easier there. Everything was focused on hope and prayer and good things.
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Somewhat related to this, I was thinking while eating in the cloistered dining room about what the purpose of the cloister was, anymore. Surely they trusted their monks to obey their vows and not run off and indulge their lusts so carelessly, were virtuous women to live with them. But I realized -- it's probably more likely (or dangerous) that they'd fall in love, than actually be physical. I think that's different from ancient or medieval fears for their cloistered celibates, although it's probably difficult to tease out the difference between lust and love back then. All speculation.
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