Lilli Marleen

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Montag, Oktober 13, 2003
 
Nuns
When I was a little girl, I wanted to become a Nun, when grown up. One of the cousins of my mother was a nun and we visited her regularly in Maria Laach. Her name was - guess what? - Sister Maria.
Since I grew up catholic, I thought for some time, it would be a great thing to live at a convent and practise this "Ora et Labora" (Pray and Work) thing (not to confuse with "Arbeit macht frei").

Well, luckily I was not called by whatever calls a nun and so no convent has to suffer me. Today I know, I don't like women in bigger groups, so either it would have been a silence convent or it would have been a desaster.

Somehow, I still like the idea of being able to live in such a contemplation, some Nuns seem to do. Don't get me wrong - I think they make a huge fault and waste their spirituality when living out it without the sexual component, but it's not my life, so who am I to judge a nun? (To quote an old joke: Batmans friends are also my friends).

Anyway, there is a new convent with a website, go here if you want to know more about the life of the Poor Clares in Galway Ireland.