The rain stopped sometime during the night . In the wee hours of the morning I heard an owl hooting softly. It brought back the memory of the loon calling in Alberta and doubled the pleasure. There is a little shop across from the campground where I can get breakfast for a very reasonable price so I'll go there and then "hit the road"!

As I turned into the Dominican Monastery parking lot it hardly seemed like more than 40 years had passed since I came here to begin a new way of life. This is one of my primary "sacred places". It was here, in a little work room, that I experienced the reality of God's love for us in a way that changed my life forever. The knowledge that God loves each of us, without condition, without my having to work so hard at being "good", filled me with such an overwhelming sense of love that I couldn't help but open myself to all of life. The immersion into the psalms and readings helped form me, along with the common life that challanged and stimulated. Over the years, this all blossomed into a call to leave a cloister where I loved and was loved; it was like ripping the skin from my body in order to follow that call.

Being here fosters reflection on "contemplative living". My experience of God has put me in a position of awareness of other people, especially people who are suffering. That unity makes me one with them in the Light of God. So, in addition to working for justice, I need to be holding all of us in prayer. So often I lose awareness!