The weather was fabulous and the trees and flowers are in full bloom. Needless to say, the outdoors called to me at first light and I spent much of the day roaming the farm. The pond in front of the Academy Building is home to many turtles who poked their heads up to watch me walk by and also to what must have been extremely large bull frogs (if the depth of their croaks is any indication) who sang to me in the early morning as well as at dusk each day. I managed to rise before daylight each morning in order to open my window so I could hear them greet the day!
The beautifully manicured cemetery gives testament to the reverence in which the current residents hold those who have gone ahead to be with God. The markers date back to the early days of the Motherhouse (which has been in the current location since 1824). Never having been one to spend much time amongst graves, this was one of the most peaceful places I have ever been.
Along with the other paths in the vicinity of the main campus, I walked (more than once) down the gravel lane to the “Cedars of Peace” cabins located in the woods. They are wonderfully made and I can imagine the perfect place to spend solitary time in reflection and meditation. Imagine my surprise when I found there were 2 lakes on the property...ahh, heaven!
I have always loved to spend time walking a labyrinth as a way of pilgrimage and there is an esthetically perfect one next to a wonderful little chapel right in the middle of the woods. It is obvious that much prayer has gone into each aspect of the property.
The buildings that comprise the main campus have the beauty and intrigue that comes with age...high ceilings, tall windows with shutters, hardwood floors that creak. All of which served to make me feel that I was in the arms of a well loved friend. You could feel peace and serenity in the very air. The Sisters and staff were amazing. They were attentive without being intrusive and every touch or word was a gentle as a spring rain. It was pure enchantment to hear their voices raised in song during Morning Mass.
I haven't even mentioned the Art Gallery (this sculpture is called "Fiat) or the Derby party I attended Saturday night but suffice it to say that my time in Kentucky was truly blessed and I pray this is not my only visit there.
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