Having begun my day in conversation with God, I remain in communion with Him wherever I go. I can be a "portable monastery" - for what IS a monastery, after all, if not a place where God is loved and served and praised?
And so I go forward, into the swirl of life around me. I go in gratitude, singing silent songs wherever the day may take me. I carry along the fruits of lectio.
Within my heart, the hymn of praise goes on and on and on.
I am a walking monastery. A dancing monastery. A refuge of love for my Lord.
"David, girt with a linen apron, came dancing before the Lord with abandon, as he and all the Israelites were bringing up the ark of the Lord with shouts of joy and the sound of the horn." (2 Samuel 6:14-15)