On Friday, LolaWi with hubby and grandson and me stayed overnight at the University of St. Mary of the Lake Seminary. I have written a lot about our visits there lately. I was excited to experience spending a night in the seminary – it seems so peaceful, serene and truly a great place for reflection and meditation.
But coming from the Philippines, I grew up in an era when kids were home at angelus. And in the northern part of the country, my elders would scare us from leaving home by telling ghost stories. I see most of the buildings in the seminary as old. So my one concern was, would there be ghosts walking the corridors of those buildings? I consoled myself that they would be venerable souls and holy spirits. I summoned my guardian angel to watch over me.
Their hotel or convention center looks so different from the seminarian dorms. The halls are painted white. It’s been given a makeover, more in keeping with the times. The rooms are very spartan but there’s a queen and a twin-sized bed. It has plenty of charm despite its simplicity. There’s an oversized desk and a vintage high boy and a small closet. And I love the wood floors – it’s not a luxury hotel but I could live in it. Couldn’t complain except for the shower – I like a powerful rush of hot water to wake me up in the morning.
There are no distractions to a prayerful day – no tv nor a radio. Why is it that commercial hotel rooms got a Bible in every room? You know it is a religious place because of the cross on the wall and the simple frame. Easier to talk to Him, He could have easily heard me. No need for the Holy Book. I bet the ones in the hotel rooms are left unopened at most times.
There’s a good-sized chapel on the second floor when one needs to be closer to God in a more formal setting.
The hotel was full when we checked in but once we settled in our rooms, the place was dead quiet. I had a fitful sleep even though it wasn’t my permanent bed. That says a lot.
Our seminarian friends’ first question at breakfast was if I heard someone playing the piano. Sorry but I slept through it – if LolaWi and I didn’t arrange to meet by my door at 6:45 I would have wanted to sleep in.
But I so badly wanted to have coffee before we ventured out for our morning photo shoot.
And speaking of ghosts? Naah . . . that’s just a foolish notion. A figment of an overworked imagination. I wouldn’t mind getting a room there again for a self-imposed retreat.