I think of the silence:
I remember the Psalms wafting their way to the rafters:
I remember to trust in the hospitality of the world, where my needs will often be met in ways that I can't anticipate.
I think of my friends, both in the pages of books and in the people who join me on retreat:
But most of all, I remember the monastery dog, who led me across the grounds:
I think of the monastery dog's contentment, and I resolve to adopt the mindset of a dog:
I will live moment by moment and to trust that all will be well. I will remember the arms that hold us all: