hearts that awaken

I’m stretching my right brain a bit and trying out some abstracts. Thankfully, this is a low-risk proposal with few consequences to others and the world.  As with most of my spontaneous attempts at changing my mind’s stuck points, I started off on the wrong foot.  I thought I was splashing grays on the paper but in turned out to be sepia.  And yet… and yet… the tones seem quite at home and what was meant to be curtains of ethereal grays and blues ended up being something about earth and sky.

So it was with this past weekend.  Frank and I attended a retreat organized by the local sangha which practices in Thich Nhat Hanh’s tradition.  It was being held in a center that is the home of the Grey Nuns (now the Grey Sisters).  The building is a residence for the Grey Sisters, a retreat center, a community resource for counselling and activities, and a museum of the history of the Grey Nuns.  And what started out as a practice of being in the present became a journey into my past.

You can read about the founder of the Grey Nuns, Marguerite D’Youville, here; a fascinating story of one woman’s life in the New France of the 1700’s, surviving adversity, and transforming her suffering into a path of service.  Her work with the poor was so reviled by the culture of the mid-1700’s that she and her supporters were mocked with the name “Les Grises” – the “grey women” or the “drunken women.”  Yet, despite the enormous opposition, they grew as a community and persevered to found and fund numerous hospitals, shelters, and schools globally.

Where does my past fit in this?  Walking down the hall of history at the retreat center and reading of the various schools the Grey Nuns founded, I realized I had been taught by them and two in particular might well have watered the seeds of practice for me.  As a child in elementary school, I only knew them as The Nuns and Sr. Leger in particular as the woman who saw through my defensive posturing and deep into my potential.  I lost touch with them only to reconnect with them in the Grey Nuns retirement residence in Montreal about 10 years ago when I was there for another retreat (in TNH’s tradition again).  There are few specific memories however what I remember of our relationship is set deep in my bones.  I know this because when went to meet Sr. Leger, I stood up taller and shook the cobwebs out of my brain.  She was never one to be tolerant of my tendency to sloppiness – whether it was in body or mind.  And through her persistence, I realize now that she transmitted to me an unrelenting devotion to the spirit of practice.

The pictures in the hallways were interesting relics.  What penetrated me was the interconnections and the surfacing of the past in a new perspective and with new understanding.

6 thoughts on “hearts that awaken

  1. Thank you for your wonderful sharing about your history with the Grey Nuns. I have been writing recently, as I work on some essays for a book in slow progress and a few short stories of my own journey of faith, about this order of nuns/sisters. They both named me (after Teresa of Avila–on whose saint’s day I was born) & cared for me during some of the formative months of my infant life (developmentally speaking).

    The orphanage where they took me in runs still today in Bogota, Colombia–and I received an email last week that the founder passed away.The grey nuns no longer work there but much of my life (too) was formed by their early influence and the legacy of a name which led me decades later down a path of the christian contemplative traditions (by way of my study of Buddhism, in fact).

    Thank you, again, for your sharing–the post was so timely and resonant (i did a double take when I saw the words “grey nuns”). I love those ripples of synchronicity that reverberate through the universe…landing graces on and with just who they need to.

    • Well! What a lovely comment. And a wonderful connection, TB. I am intrigued by the essays and hope you will have a space to share them with everyone. I, too, am taken aback by the universal synchronicity. Just last month I met someone who is involved with the Grey Nuns and their transitional process to lay leadership. At this retreat there were also nuns from another order and they were curious about the recruitment process in Buddhist monasteries which seem to be growing in comparison to Christian ones. It seems to be a reflective time for all monastics with respect to continuity of their lineages.

      I am also reminded that we all have a matriarchal lineage which often goes unacknowledged.

      A deep bow to you and the work you are doing!

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  3. Genju–that is a very interesting subject on the recruitment of these two monastic traditions and interesting feedback you received. That is something I would love to hear more about :)!

    I wrote my post today in honor of this synchronicity of history–and I linked back to you. I hope for more Grey nun and monastics of all kinds to continue to transform me and transform for me as I begin to write more on my own lineage.

    For now here is the link to the post that talks about you, with thanks and a bow to you…

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