benedictine

I staggered through my house that morning, knowing I was out of coffee. I took multiple trips around the house looking for my shoes, finally settled for outrageously large climbing boots, then took multiple trips looking for my keys. I finally jumped on my motorcycle—adrenaline is a good substitute for endorphins when you get older—and broke many laws getting to the local caffeine clinic. Upon arriving I had the sinking realization that my man-purse was not in my backpack. At this point all my training as a contemplative was out the window.
October 3, 2014

Benedict instructed that a novice's street clothes should be kept. Every morning for the rest of his life, the monk confronted two habits.
August 15, 2013

Deo gratias. That’s what the sign in my office says. It’s not fancy, just two words laser-printed on office paper and tacked up over the computer monitor so I can read it dozens of times a day.  The phrase—which means “Thanks be to God”—is the traditional Benedictine greeting that monks offer visitors.
July 22, 2013