Monasteries–a hub of activity and quiet. People walk and laugh, and sit and stand and pray, and there are trucks making deliveries and tractors returning from the fields. There is also quiet. The quiet of prayer, of lauds as the sun climbs out of night and vespers as the sun completes its daylong run.
Monasteries are capsules of the best. Beauty, sanctity, earnestness, discovery, activity, prayer, wisdom, and silence are deeply planted at a monastery. When you step onto their grounds, you’ll be struck by the beautiful buildings, gardens, and walkways. What beckons is time. The sense of time is the sense of the long-lasting, the everlasting.
Time doesn’t stand still in a monastery. It’s made in a monastery.
These images come from St. Bernard Abbey (Cullman, Alabama) and St. Cecilia (Nashville, Tennessee).
All photographs taken handheld with an iPhone.