Sunday, February 26, 2006
Break Fast at the Monastery
My circuitous desert walk has brought me full circle, so before continuing my trek, I decide to pause for a hot meal. And arriving in the dining room, I could hear that the brothers have much on their plates this morning at break fast, for Bro. Juniper raised a point for our consideration. He referred to a comment I had made about bees providing us with honey, and Bro. Juniper offered, is that not theft? What in return do we give the honey bee? Then Bro. Cedric poked his fork into a plump sausage and raised it in the air and offered, "And what does this dear pig get in return for my dining delight?" Of course this caused a stir among the brothers, soon others questioned our 'theft' of eggs from our hens, and then Bro. Sedwick hushed us all when he raised a single biscuit above his head and asked, "Is the death of a wheat plant any less significant than the death of a muddy, stinky hog? At least the wheat plant stands tall with dignity, and with its brother and sister wheat plants provides a feast for our eyes, a beautiful sight indeed! Yet with razor-sharp scythes we mow down whole fields of these 'gentle' and dignified creations!" With that statement, the dining table fell silent. One brother who was about to bite into a biscuit, removed it from his waiting mouth and placed it back onto his plate. Soon many of the brothers pushed their still-full plates away, and then removed themselves from the dining room. I fear what will take place this evening at dinner time. Perhaps I should remain here a bit longer before continuing my arid trek? Felix seems to find the monastery agreeable.