
I believe these women live communally in a manner that witnesses forth, enfleshed, that which had as yet only been explored theologically (but not lived, at least architecturally) by our Magus. You remember his letter on Finding God in the Trash.
Perhaps most intriguing, unlike other mendicants who seek aid (beg) from others, these nuns believe that to be truly stable mendicants, they need to practice apophatic mendicancy. They never ask for aid. Ever.
I've taken a photo of their cloister, to give you a sense of its abject beauty. One surprise is the large tank suspended on the grounds. They say it just appeared one night while they slept, and periodically lets off a peep of steam as they are praying Matins. It also disappears for the entirety of Holy Saturday each year, reappearing, no matter how early they rise, by Easter morning.
This is all for now. More anon. Yours in the faith, The Ecclesiast
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