silence

I went on a silent prayer retreat this past weekend. Prayer and solitude being appropriate during this long cold winter. The retreat center was remote, surrounded by huge oak trees clothed in winter white, ornamented by ice. Inside was cozy if not overheated,
 I sat by a window and found myself surprised by the time I was able to pray in a place with no distractions.
Later, I drew in my sketchbook this face of Christ  from a small bronze crucifix that was hanging on the wall of my monastery room.