I return to that Place of Peace, and the wisdom of ancient things, the one that reintroduced itself many years ago, when it was only me and that ocular moment, gratifyingly reduced to a single cloud, stain glass labyrinth wrapping me in angels’ wings. Me, in the kind of silence where no other words are needed. Me, before all the old trees had been felled. _______________________________________ Years ago, I worked as a community columnist for News & Messenger (formerly Manassas Journal Messenger) one of the many now defunct newspapers. I wrote about the Benedictine Sisters and how they were building a Place of Peace near us. There, I walked the labyrinth and sat in the silos they had converted to art. I have the article and pictures somewhere in my archives. We drove by there the other day, only to see the land around it destroyed like so many other parts of Prince William County, Virginia. And it made me long again for that place of peace, for silence, and the wisdom of ancient things. I do not think we can have that here any longer. Katherine Mercurio Gotthardt, copyright March 18, 2024, all rights reserved
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