I came to America 28 years ago, to the day, with two suitcases and a dream in my heart. The suitcases are long gone, but the dream is alive and well. I can distinctly see my mother at Delhi Airport, overwhelmed with tears in her eyes as she bid me … [Read more...]
I Must…
June 2, 2013 by
Today is my last day at Gethsemani. Yesterday at the 5pm service the Abbot announced that Father Robert had passed away just a few minutes earlier. A deep sense of sorrow engulfed me. Why do I feel sad for the passing of a person I did not know? … [Read more...]
