Most of the visitors arrived on Sunday and had been placed in small groups for the entire week. Ours was a ragtag group who had showed up midweek; a fine group, I thought, no doubt a gathering of independent spirits who didn’t feel constricted by the suggested arrival day. One of them was a manContinue reading “Opting for Joy”
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Did I mention I can’t sing at all
After a rich time of midday prayers and a lunch of rice & beans, bread, Boursin, and applesauce, my aunt and I decided to try out the singing practice at 2:00. She was not a singer any more than I was, but we were eager learners and I thought I might learn a bit moreContinue reading “Did I mention I can’t sing at all”
The name of God
This was our theme for the week. Our leader, Br. John, a former New Yorker who had lived in Taize for most of his adult life proclaimed, “God tells Moses that “I AM WHAT I AM” (Exodus 3:14). So He is always alive in the moment— always faithful and always changing. God, my friends, isContinue reading “The name of God”
Bon Appetit!
After the morning worship, which was rich with the collective dreams and visions of the night before, we walked up the hill for breakfast. Depending on how you’re used to eating, you would either love or hate the breakfast at Taize: one white roll, one thin stick of dark chocolate, a pat of butter, aContinue reading “Bon Appetit!”
Peeing in the rain
By the time we left the sanctuary it was pouring rain. We ducked and ran up along the path that led past El Abiodh, which was both the infirmary and the entrance to the guest house where my aunt was eligible to stay. We opened the door and shook off the rain. A young permanentContinue reading “Peeing in the rain”
Heather Choate Davis 