Poor Clare Nuns
Christ the King Monastery
We were situated on about 11 acres of land in the middle of a residential community. A good portion of the property was woodsy, had a nice paved footpath meandering through it giving us plenty of solitude while taking our walks and communing with nature, one of God's chrerished gifts to us. It also provided us with a secure enclosure, something vital to our order. It was a true monastic environment. God even bombarded us with free golf balls now and then, that we picked up out of the bushes, washed, bagged and then sold as 'Blessed Golf Balls'!
The place was designed to provide easy access from anyplace to anyplace, including a cool elevator to the second floor, and it had rooms to accommodate maybe as many as 25 sisters at any given time, although I can only remember 12 or 13 at any one time. I can remember some sisters commenting on having just about everything they needed right at their fingertips, including a big swimming pool, places to plant flowers, secure courtyards where our kitties could scamper about, a library, individual bedrooms, a community/media room, mammoth food prep and dining areas, laundry, an altarbread facility to help support ourselves, sewing and music rooms, exercise room, art rooms, and separate offices for most of us, all set up to our individual tastes and needs, plus a beautiful chapel with separate sections for us and for the people attending mass, who came from our local neighborhood and sometimes from neighboring towns. We also had special private visiting rooms where those in need might come to hear our words of solice or encouragement, yet being physically separated from us to preserve enclosure.
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Ok, now. How should I begin? I guess, since the majority of incidents which stand out in my mind began around 1995 or 6, which would be just a few years after my death, that'd be a reasonable starting point in time, and since we were living in a huge monastery on Sherwood Blvd, Del Ray Beach, Fl. then, it seems logical to start off by telling you about the building where we spent so much of our lives, at that time.
Building 1
In all of this, be mindful that I believe most everything wrong here is the responsibility of primarily one person, the 'one in charge'. Unfortunately, there may be many like her in religious life.