Convent, Here I Come

I am really considering the idea of hanging out with a bunch of nuns for a few days. This weekend, I visited a couple of Convents. I think I am finally considering one of them.

In one of the places I inquired, the office lady said, I will be placed in the very building where the Nuns live or the Convent itself. I will be using the same dormitory with them. (I think that idea is a bit overwhelming but exciting at the same time!)

In my today's observation, as I was passing by some of them while I inquiring for some info. I noticed how uneducated or maybe insensitive I came across to them. I think I've forgotten how to carry myself around them. When I was younger, I attended a private Catholic school and interacted with nuns and priest in a daily basis, but I don't remember feeling that I ever had to constrict my body language.

Even to the simplicity of greeting a nun, a person will commonly gesture with gentleness and solemness and say, "Good afternoon, Mother." I felt I was disrespectful and rude when I passed by the nuns, while my friends suddenly altered their gesture and greeted them. To the next group of nuns I met, I restricted myself to a gentler and quieter movement. I felt I needed to force myself to be solemn to show respect as they past by. Oh, me and my weird presupposition.

Now, if I tend to re-evaluate in how to compose myself, how much more in how I speak and share my heart. I am so animated and loud in sharing heart.

Hmm...wow, maybe, I will learn a lot from this experience. Maybe the nuns' gentle and quiet spirit and mannerism will rub off on me. ;)