Although there are unfortunately no more flower crowns (in the past, the sisters would receive a flower crown on their heads on their clothing day), thankfully, there is still a "Kranzltag" (flower crown day). And after yesterday was so busy that I could hardly sleep at night, I really needed it. My novice mistress said in the morning: "Today, just have a relaxed day, rest, and tidy up, and tomorrow the real life begins."
The weather was perfect: gloriously sunny and incredibly warm. I couldn’t resist going barefoot into the garden and setting up the slackline again. It was truly a delight. I even managed to persuade three other sisters to take a few steps on the line. They were quite enthusiastic and felt like children again.
Today, I received a lot of mail again, all on the occasion of my clothing day. Even from people I only know casually, which I hadn’t expected. But most of all, there was a long-awaited letter from France. My dear friend had been silent for several months, and I was worried. At least now I know she is still there and also on her way to becoming a nun. Hearing from her rounded off an already perfectly wonderful day.
The fellow sisters wrote me such lovely notes and left beautiful cards at my door. I spent quite a while reading them all. I really feel lucky to now belong to this community. Truly belong. A sister among sisters.
The habit and the apron feel as if they were always meant to be, as if I had worn them forever. But I still have to get used to the veil. Always something on my head, over my ears, hanging down so long in the back, and possibly pressing in various places. Will it be like wearing glasses, where you eventually don't notice it anymore?
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