by Sr Nunother  

There is a natural rhythm to monastic life, framed by the liturgy of the hours, the wearing of a habit, set meal and bedtimes, and periods of silence. These are wonderful and necessary, but I’m aware of my own predilection for structure. When routine is interrupted (and it often is), I become out of sorts.  This week forced me to think outside myself, to pray for those most affected by Hurricane Sandy, and to realize just who it is that ultimately calms the storm.