"Came up to the hermitage at 4 a.m. The moon poured down silence over the woods, and the frosty grass sparkled faintly. More than two hours of prayer in firelight. The sun appeared and rose at 6:45. Sweet pungent smell of hickory smoke, and silence, silence."
From the Journals of Thomas Merton, March 27, 1964
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Nice quote. I am going to our Hermitage in Wales soon, sweet smell of...who knows what and hopefully silence, silence.
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