The wandering blog of a wandering tried-to-be-a-monk
Wandering monks, gyrovagues, were vilified in the Rule of Benedict. I so wanted to be the good kind of monk, a stable cenobite in a monastery. As I am an interfaith Universalist, it was amazing when a Benedictine monastery accepted me into their community. Perhaps a little less than amazing when the sisters kicked me out again little more than a year later.
In the monastery, spiritual practice was easy since there wasn’t a choice. It was a required part of the schedule. The same with searching examination of each others’ personal triumphs and much more frequent failings. Stranded back in the world? Not so much. But I keep plugging away because… well, life.