I would like to share my final journal entry from my last day at the nunnery, because I think it reveals the true ways in which I’ve been touched by this experience. Or at least the feeling.<\/p>\n
“It is my last day here at the nunnery. I woke up with the same feeling in my stomach as I have when I\u2019m about to take an exam or perform on stage. Tight, anxious, anticipating. I can\u2019t believe I\u2019ve been here for two months. It really feels like just yesterday that I was slapping myself for wanting to go home because I knew that my time here would be over in a heartbeat. And now it is. Time is always moving forward, and it is amazing how quickly it does so.<\/em><\/p>\n The sadness is descending. Slowly and steadily. I am realizing how far away this place is from the rest of the world \u2013 nearly unreachable. I\u2019m smiling because I\u2019m an intrinsically happy person, and it\u2019s almost impossible to be visibly upset in the presence of these sweet children and amazing women, but my heart is throbbing with a sentimental ache. I feel ready to leave, but readiness doesn\u2019t mean that it won\u2019t hurt to part with this place and these people. My new family, my new home.<\/em><\/p>\n I keep getting caught up in special little moments and my eyes fill with tears. I will miss the endless laughter, the jokes, the defined peaks that hug the valley, the girls running to embrace me, the constant flow of tea, and waking up alongside the breaking of sunrays over the valley. I will miss never having to worry about the state of my hair or the style of my clothes, the peace and quiet of a phone disconnected and untouched, folding dough for dinner, joking with the nuns about the holes in our socks (or windows, as we like to call them), and being warmed by Abi\u2019s toothless grin. I will miss my girls welcoming me to class with a loud \u201cGood morning, m\u2019am!\u201d I will miss the harmonic rhythm of the nuns\u2019 chanting voices, and the damp wooden smell of the temple. I will miss it all.<\/em><\/p>\n Just as the nuns have been building new clay cottages on the hillside, so too has the spirit of the nunnery been building a home for the memories of this special place in the vast, open territories of my heart. All the beautiful moments I\u2019ve experienced here exist in every beat \u2013 reverberating out into the universe. This place and the love that it fosters is now an undeniable part of me. A part that can never be washed away or burned, lost or borrowed, buried or destroyed. With the passing of time the memories might slip deeper into my subconscious, but they will never leave. They will never die.<\/em><\/p>\n This place has grown slowly and twistingly, like an ivy rope, through the blood in my veins, along the curve of my smile, and around the cage of ribs in my chest. I feel the spirit in me and around me, and when I\u2019m gone I will carry it with me. I will spread the love I\u2019ve known here with each footstep, handshake, and smile. When I first got to the nunnery, I doubted if this place would change me. I was closed off, and I thought I\u2019d remain that way \u2013 resistant to the essential soul of the people and of the place because I was scared to be touched by something unfamiliar. But slowly slowly I\u2019ve opened up like, the wild roses that bloom here in the summer, and I\u2019ve let the sunshine inside me. I will never forget these moments and the way they\u2019ve strengthened my heart. Although this physical space, this sacred place, is as far away as the moon, I can always return just by listening to the steady rhythm of my heart. There lies the spirit. There lies the love.”<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" I would like to share my final journal entry from my last day at the nunnery, because I think it reveals the true ways in which I’ve been touched by this experience. Or at least the feeling. “It is my last day here at the nunnery. I woke up with the same feeling in my stomach as I have when I\u2019m about to take an exam or perform on stage. Tight, anxious, anticipating. I can\u2019t believe I\u2019ve been here for…<\/p>\n