There where clinging to things ends, there God begins to be.--Meister Eckhart
Gratefully dedicated to all--family, friends, and my Clare sisters--who assist me to realize my dream of hermit life, especially the Anonymous Donor who styles her/himself "St. Francis," and, of course, Merton the Tom
In actual fact, the woods weren't yellow--they were May green and drooping in a downpour.
After living for three decades in a Poor Clare monastery, Karen Karper chose to take up solitary residence in the woodlands of Appalachia, where life is demanding, but where she also discovered that the grace of God abounds. (From the back cover)
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Karen Fredette describes a world where life is rich in being rather than in having.