California monastery offers respite from busy world |

California monastery offers respite from busy world

AP Photo A pond and guest sanctuary in the guest area at the Abbey of New Clairvaux, in Vina, Calif., are shown July 27.

VINA, Calif. – Finally, I could rest in Peace.”Peace,” it turned out, was the name of the room where I stayed during a recent retreat at the Abbey of New Clairvaux. This remote Cistercian-Trappist monastery welcomes visitors needing a break from today’s frenetic worldAnd, boy, did I ever need it. Just hours before our outbound flight, I was racing around the bedroom, simultaneously stuffing underwear into my bag, jabbering on the cellphone and skimming a government report. Then I jumped into the car and started to speed to the airport – with the parking brake still on.Thankfully, all that began to fade about the time my wife, Cherilyn, and I got off the airplane in Sacramento and took the 110-mile drive north to the abbey.

Stepping out of our rental car, we breathed in the earthy air hovering over the Sacramento Valley flatlands. We were more than ready for three days at a place where the priorities didn’t include rushing, talking or doing.In the sleep-deprived, Palm Pilot-powered world that passes for “civilization,” this would be a truly radical adventure.The monastery, once the personal vineyard of California Gov. (and university founder) Leland Stanford, covers more than 580 acres. In keeping with the Cistercian belief that a simple, earthly life is one of spiritual abundance, the abbey is a working farm. Most of it is covered with trees, allowing guests to wander in the dappled shadows of orchards.Our favorites were the towering, century-old black walnut trees that spread their limbs out over the retreat facilities. Their leafy canopies gave the collection of guest cottages and rows of dormitories the feel of a small Midwest college.At the abbey’s visitors center, just past the gate, we were greeted by Brother John. When not leading guests on short walking tours, the cheery 76-year-old scoots around the grounds in a golf cart.

Brother John’s laid-back, almost shy demeanor underscored the abbey’s mellow brand of Catholicism. In the visitors center, cinnamon-flavored creamed honey was on sale next to paperbacks on the writer-monk Thomas Merton and religious mysticism.Brother John showed us the chapel designated for abbey guests, as well as a meditation room for the more Eastern inclined.The abbey’s retreats are self-guided, governed by contemplation rather than a roster of seminars. The idea is simple: Give people time and space to pray, meditate, write and wrestle with larger questions that get lost amid workplace demands and other cascading distractions.In my case, this invitation to do nothing led to a welcome collapse from sheer exhaustion.

The accommodations were simple but comfortable with inclined ceilings and private modern bathrooms. Of special significance were the built-in desks, where we pecked away at dueling laptops, like Hepburn and Tracy, on opposite sides of the same wall.There are rooms for couples, but Cherilyn, a veteran retreat-goer, had suggested (OK, insisted on) separate accommodations. All the better to stay within the contemplative spirit of the trip, she explained.Guests also are asked to observe the abbey’s “grand silence,” which starts after the monks utter the day’s last prayer, Compline, at 7:35 p.m., until early in the daily prayer cycle the next morning.During our first meal in the dining room, where guests gathered for prosaic tuna casserole or spaghetti, Cherilyn handed me a note: “Could we do total silence? Till, say, Monday morning?”My look of shock drew another scribble: “I want to stay here for a year.”

Lucky for me, the abbey has some earthbound limits. Visitors are encouraged to restrict themselves to a single four-day stay per year. With rooms for only 12 guests, there’s often a waiting list.Save the occasional friar tending the orchards or tinkering with a car, the 25 resident monks pretty much kept to themselves behind the monastic “enclosure,” a tall brick wall about a quarter of a mile beyond the retreat area. Still, their presence is felt. Three monks are on call for spiritual counseling or confession _ even Brother Paul, a hermit, who emerges from his private quarters on the property as needed.I have to admit, though, that my wife and I were more interested in long walks than in vespers. After I coaxed Cherilyn at least partly out of her no-talking pledge, we took long evening strolls. We ventured more than a mile to the Sacramento River, which borders the monastery.I immersed myself in the humanistic classic “Toward a Psychology of Being,” by Abraham H. Maslow, which I borrowed from the retreat center’s small library. Then I shut myself in my room, where I began to write.I was writing for a readership of one, me. I found myself working through some of the more difficult chapters of my life. When I needed a break, I went to the meditation room or sat under the trees. Or I imagined myself in one of the private “reconciliation” rooms off the chapel, facing the people with whom I should make amends.

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