Showing posts with label Christmas Season. Show all posts
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Sunday, 28 December 2014

Holy Family (B) Homily by Fr. Aelred

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Feast of the Holy Family of Jesus, Mary and Joseph.
28/12/2014

Holy Family (B) Homily by Fr. Aelred  

Today’s Gospel relates Jesus’ first entry into the Temple of Jerusalem.

For the Evangelist (St Luke) Jerusalem and its Temple is the place that God has chosen where Jesus manifestation begins and ends. Jerusalem will be the location of the Easter event, the crucifixion and resurrection and the starting point of the mission of the Church through the Apostles. Already as an infant Jesus is recognised as the ‘Anointed of the Lord’ by two old people – a man and a woman – who represent all those who live in hope of ‘the consolation of Israel’.   

In Simeon’s canticle, the Nunc dimittis, he proclaims that the mystery of Salvation is already accomplished. He recognised that the Lord has kept promises ‘Now Master, you can dismiss your servant in peace, you have fulfilled your word’. Upon this moment, through all the pages of the OT, God was preparing his Salvation. ‘Now’ Salvation is given and even the pagans will participate in it. Jesus ‘light of the nations’, has come to bring this revelation; his mission will be taken over the apostles and their successors, right down to our day. Without the Church we would all still be in the dark. 

But Simeon also sees that the child will be a sign of division among people. Speaking to Mary, he says, ‘and a sword shall pierce your soul too’. This refers to the sorrow of a mother and believer who is present, though powerless at the te sufferings of Jesus at the cross. Another understanding is that St. Luke presents Mary as the Daughter of Sion, a personification of the whole people of God, and the sword that cleaves the people of God has struck this daughter of Sion personally. 

The Temple story ends with the prophetess Anna who speaks of the child to all who looked towards toward to the deliverance of Jerusalem. This presentation of Jesus at the Temple is truly the feast of Encounter as the Eastern Church calls it. ‘O God, we ponder your kindness within your Temple. As your name, O God, so also your praise reaches to the ends of the earth’. 

This encounter with Simeon and Anna caused astonishment to Mary and Joseph. A journey made in the fulfilment of the Law, as many other Israelites did, has turned into an unforeseen revelation for Mary and Joseph. And surely for us too. We can now perceive that the baby Jesus is also the hidden Lord. 

Before Office of None 28/12/2014

Saturday, 27 December 2014

The Holy Family. Luke 2:22-40

Christmas Season....... 
Holy Family by Juan Simon Gutierrez


Sunday 28 December 2014  

Feast of the Holy Family of Jesus, Mary and Joseph
GospelLuke 2:22-40 
Second Reading
An address given at Nazareth by Pope Paul VI
The example of Nazareth
Nazareth is a kind of school where we may begin to discover what Christ’s life was like and even to understand his Gospel. Here we can observe and ponder the simple appeal of the way God’s Son came to be known, profound yet full of hidden meaning. And gradually we may even learn to imitate him.
  Here we can learn to realise who Christ really is. And here we can sense and take account of the conditions and circumstances that surrounded and affected his life on earth: the places, the tenor of the times, the culture, the language, religious customs, in brief, everything which Jesus used to make himself known to the world. Here everything speaks to us, everything has meaning. Here we can learn the importance of spiritual discipline for all who wish to follow Christ and to live by the teachings of his Gospel.
  How I would like to return to my childhood and attend the simple yet profound school that is Nazareth! How wonderful to be close to Mary, learning again the lesson of the true meaning of life, learning again God’s truths. But here we are only on pilgrimage. Time presses and I must set aside my desire to stay and carry on my education in the Gospel, for that education is never finished. But I cannot leave without recalling, briefly and in passing; some thoughts I take with me from Nazareth.
  First, we learn from its silence. If only we could once again appreciate its great value. We need this wonderful state of mind, beset as we are by the cacophony of strident protests and conflicting claims so characteristic of these turbulent times. The silence of Nazareth should teach us how to meditate in peace and quiet, to reflect on the deeply spiritual, and to be open to the voice of God’s inner wisdom and the counsel of his true teachers. Nazareth can teach us the value of study and preparation, of meditation, of a well-ordered personal spiritual life, and of silent prayer that is known only to God.
  Second, we learn about family life. May Nazareth serve as a model of what the family should be. May it show us the family’s holy and enduring character and exemplify its basic function in society: a community of love and sharing, beautiful for the problems it poses and the rewards it brings, in sum, the perfect setting for rearing children – and for this there is no substitute.
  Finally, in Nazareth, the home of a craftsman’s son, we learn about work and the discipline it entails. I would especially like to recognise its value – demanding yet redeeming – and to give it proper respect. I would remind everyone that work has its own dignity. On the other hand, it is not an end in itself. Its value and free character, however, derive not only from its place in the economic system, as they say, but rather from the purpose it serves.
  In closing, may I express my deep regard for people everywhere who work for a living. To them I would point out their great model, Christ their brother, our Lord and God, who is their prophet in every cause that promotes their well being.
Responsory
We wish you all joy. Perfect your lives, listen to the appeal we make, think the same thoughts, keep peace among yourselves, as you sing and give praise to the Lord in your hearts.
Whatever you are doing, put your whole heart into it, as if you were doing it for the Lord and not for men, as you sing and give praise to the Lord in your hearts.
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The Feast of the Holy Family[edit]

The Holy Family - Rafael
The Gospels speak little of the life of the Holy Family in the years before Jesus’ public ministry.[1] All that is known are the sojourn in Egypt, the return to Nazareth, and the incident that occurred when the twelve-year-old boy accompanied his parents to Jerusalem.[2] The parents were apparently observant Jews, making the pilgrimage to Jerusalem every year with other Jewish families (Luke. 2:41).
The Feast of the Holy Family is a liturgical celebration in the Catholic Church in honor of Jesus of Nazareth, his mother, the Blessed Virgin Mary, and his foster father, Saint Joseph, as a family. The primary purpose of this feast is to present the Holy Family as a model for Christian families.[2] Since the 1969 revision of the General Roman Calendar, the feast is celebrated on the Sunday within the Octave of Christmas, the Sunday between Christmas and New Year's Day (both exclusive), or when there is no Sunday within the Octave (if both Christmas Day and the Solemnity of Mary, Mother of God are Sundays), it is held on 30 December, a Friday in such years. It is a holy day of obligation only if it falls on a Sunday.

Wednesday, 24 December 2014

Christmas and New Year filled of peace and good health

Christmas Season,

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The Great 'O' Antiphons: Christmas Eve - O Virgo Virginum
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Annunciation - Simone Martini
O Virgo Virginum: The extra ‘O” !

A Thought for the Vigil of the Nativity

O Virgin of virgins how shall this be?
For neither before you was there any like you, nor shall there be after.
Daughters of Jerusalem why do you marvel at me? The thing you behold is a divine mystery.

The traditional seven ‘O’ Antiphons of the last week of Advent are a journey with the Prophet Isaiah and others, telling the story of the coming of the Christ from Creation to Bethlehem. For us in the Northern Hemisphere it is also a transition in two ways, firstly in liturgical terms from the glimmer of light as life began, to the rising of the Sun that never sets. It also comes at that point when the year turns, the darkest shortest day and longest night, the winter solstice takes place during this week. We have yet to face deep winter but the light is coming, alongside the cold days to come, a flash of sunlit hope appears.
That then is our journey of the seven antiphons, but there were others. They came later and appear as part of the rich varied tapestry of developments fitting for one age, but perhaps not the next. One such extra O still remains in two living liturgical traditions. Unlike the more ancient seven, this one ‘O Virgo Virginum’ is all about Mary, the Mother of Jesus, she who conceived by the power of the Holy Spirit.
This antiphon has no connection with Isaiah, instead the words take the form of a short dialogue between Mary and the women of Jerusalem. This has echoes both of the poetic interplay between the daughters of Jerusalem and the woman in the Song of Songs and the Crucifixion narrative in Luke 23.28 where the women of Jerusalem are told by Jesus not to weep for him!
Nobody is certain when it was introduced, possibly by Amalarius of Metz in the 9th Century. Because England had a profound devotion to Mother of God by Anglo Saxon times, it is unsurprising that this ‘O’ was found in several English liturgical rites; Hereford, York and Sarum where it occurred on the 23rd December, O Sapientia then being moved to the 16th! The other rite in which it occurs is that of the Premonstratensian Order of Canons Regular, founded in 1120 by St Norbert, who early on developed a particular devotion to the Virgin Mary .
Whatever its history it seems a fitting way in which we come before that raw but profound moment of mystery and wonder, with Mary as she gives birth to her first born, Jesus! All we can do is let go of our questions and problems, placing our hopes, needs and wishes with her at the side of Christ, trusting in the power of intercession beyond all words. Her song, which always accompanies these antiphons sums up our prayers on the eve of the Nativity: ‘For the Mighty One has done great things for me-holy is his name. His mercy extends to those who fear him, from generation to generation’.( Lk 1.49)
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Midnight Mass Christmas...


Newsletter - Christmas 2014


    Doesn't it feel that Christmas has come along quicker than it used to?  It's as if someone turned too many pages of the calendar and has left everyone confused.  It's beginning to look like a moveable feast.  Perhaps that's why so many of us are late with our Christmas mail.  It's strange that when we plan to do some work the time it takes works to a different, opposite, universal law.

Since last Christmas, as most of you will be aware, we have sold our guesthouse and some of the surrounding property.  The new owner, Linda Leith, has wasted no time with her plans to start renovating the buildings and to have the scrub cleared in the woodland area.

Our own plans to set up one of the wings of the abbey as a new place to house the guests will, we hope, begin in the summer of 2015.  Before that happens, we will be converting an area to provide proper infirmary rooms for some of the more needy members of the community. This work is scheduled to begin after Christmas.

We have not been idle in the last couple of years.  Our work staff have been busy doing needy repairs throughout the building to good effect.

With the first Sunday of Advent, we began the year dedicated to Consecrated Life in the Church.  Pope Francis wants to draw the attention of the whole people of God to those who have given their lives to seeking God as Religious sisters, brothers or priests.

God is to be found in any lifestyle, as we know.  However, as we seek God in our own lives, we are being asked throughout this year to take stock of the various Religious vocations within the Church

We are all meant to deepen our own commitment to what we have undertaken in our following of the gospel.  This implies that we keep ourselves always open to what God is asking of us in our present state of life, and even, perhaps, something entirely different.  We could, for example, be drawn to serve God in an active Congregation of sisters or brothers or to do that in a more enclosed community life such as at Nunraw.

Making such a change means taking a big, even a radical, step in another direction from what we have been used to.  What must be said, however, is that once it has been taken, the change may not be as hard or difficult as expected.  Most of the everyday realities we will meet there are the same.  However, the distinction lies in the vows and the structure of community life.  That's what makes all the difference.  If it is very difficult, it probably means this is not what God wants for us.  We then need to remain open in prayer and stillness for some further indication from God as to where we should continue our search as we seek to get closer to God.

Becoming a member of a Religious Congregation or Order won't make us totally different people. It should, however, give us a new or renewed perspective on life and of people.

As already mentioned in our last newsletter, our novice, Br Seamus, made his first profession in the summer.  Now, this Advent, we have another addition to our numbers with the entry of Michael, our new postulant.  We wish both of them well in these their early years in the community.


   

   
May this Christmas and coming year be a time of blessing and happiness in your lives and families.  We keep you and your intentions in our prayers

As a post note, we remind you that both our tearoom and shop are opened every day from 2.00 pm until 4.30.  You may be passing nearby or thinking of going for a drive and would like to stop for a cup of tea and a biscuit.

Our Community Mass on Sundays and Days of Obligation will be reverting to the later time of 11.00 am, beginning 1st January 2015.  That should make it more convenient for anyone who is travelling from a distance and would like to be here for the Mass.

With our kind regards and good wishes for a Happy Christmas,
       . . . Abbot and Community

  
    
Nunraw Abbey, Haddington, Scotland, EH41 4LW.    Email: nunraw.abbot@yahoo.co.uk



 
Nunraw Abbey view by H. Dittrich -'down through trees'.
  

Sunday, 21 December 2014

Monks at Nunraw, Scottish Daily Mail 20 Dec 2014


The graceful monks of Nunraw Abbey... and proof that silence really can be golden
Scottish Daily Mail  20 Dec 2014

 Devotion: Father Mark, left, main picture, and fellow monks in the Abbey grounds.
Above, writer Kevin McKenna joins them in prayer.
  AFTER too many years where willingly you became imprisoned in ceaseless noise and exclamation the silence you first encounter in a living Cistercian monastery is quite, quite shocking. And then, at last, when your senses become accustomed to the slower heartbeat of this place a sort of liberation occurs and you begin to catch the echo of something long concealed but never quite forgotten. There is peace here but you are troubled just the same.
Nunraw Abbey lies 20 miles or so from Edinburgh, near the ancient burgh of Haddington in the midst of the Lammermuir Hills. These fells are gentle in the summer but now, at the onset of winter, have become moody and the isolation in this stone fastness becomes profound. The abbey and its quadrangles, built over a 17-year period from 1952 by volunteer labour from parishes all over Scotland, once quietly resonated to the chants and cadences of about 60 Cistercian Trappist monks. Now only 12 are left, all elderly and all waiting to see if their numbers will be swelled by other men similarly seeking the presence of God in the silence and, perhaps, His voice; the call of the mild.
Once, a long time ago, I came here during student days when my Christian faith was still constant and unmitigated but already beginning to fray with exposure to the blandishments of a world which rebuked spirituality and reviled all that could not be touched or safely predicted. Along the way there were oases of belief amongst good people but too often these were diminished by their terrifying certainty about a world in which all I could see was glorious uncertainty and perfect doubt.   
Now I am desperately clinging to the remnants of faith after 30 years in a fast and loud industry where contemplation is held captive by the tyranny of the here and now. I’m not sure what I was searching for then and, 30 years later, I’m still unsure but almost fearful now at what has brought me back here.
These monks follow the strict Rule of St Benedict, a daily and austere regime of prayer, spiritual exercise and manual labour which was set down almost 1,000 years ago. In a world where the constant striving for material advantage has wrought war and widespread inequality you could reasonably ask of what relevance is a life of such devotion to something invisible and seemingly intangible.
I AM still asking myself this when I rise at 3am to prepare for vigils. I reflect that the last time I saw this hour was in the company of some brazen cocktails and loud blues music in one of Glasgow’s edgier nightclubs. I am also reflecting that my day will end at 8pm and follow a strict agenda which would make Mahatma Gandhi look like a slacker.
As well as vigils there is Angelus, Lauds, Terce, Sext, None, Vespers and Compline; all of these being the sung psalms and responses of the ancient Church which in turn praise, thank and entreat God. During these spiritual interludes the monks line up in wooden stalls – six on either side of the chapel – facing each other and singing the psalms in faltering and wispy voices. I have been accorded the rare privilege of joining them and, feeling bewildered and self-conscious in jumper and jeans, I bow and genuflect in the wrong places amidst a mosaic of white and black habits. And gradually the cause and purpose of their day and this life begins slowly and silently to reveal itself. 

   
The previous day I had been welcomed by Father Mark Caira, Abbot of Nunraw, who leads this community. He is a fit and youthful man in his mid70s who doesn’t look old enough to have collected his bus pass and whose laughing eyes belie a lifetime of austerity and spiritual devotion. He is from Airdrie, Lanarkshire, originally and soon we are talking of the independence referendum, a topic which has replaced football as the icebreaker when men from the West of Scotland first encounter each other.
‘We all voted that day,’ he says. ‘But I don’t know what the split was among the community, it wasn’t  really discussed much.
‘Recently I attended an annual international gathering of our Order in Assisi and it seemed that all my international brethren wanted to discuss it. Every one of them, it seemed, had a comment to make about it.’
Soon though, we are talking about silence and the idea of God in a world that has never seemed so far away from concepts of spirituality and the divine. ‘We have all the essentials of life here and we’re not over-pious, but gradually you come to understand that God doesn’t reveal Himself until you are quiet enough to listen.’
Last year, the monks were forced to sell the 16th century tower adjoining the abbey which has served as their guest-house. Lately, the work of maintaining it had simply become too onerous for a community diminishing in numbers and advancing in age. A smaller guest facility is under construction within the main building.
Quiet little miracles occurred in the old building, attested to by generations of those who visited. There are abundant tales of people, wounded and broken by separation, violence, drugs and alcohol who found healing at Nunraw and an epiphany.
‘They come here and can gain an insight into their own needs,’ says Father Mark. ‘Some seem surprised that we haven’t taken a vow of silence. Instead of that I like to think we have taken a vow of stability here and that there is instead a spirit of silence.’
He has been at Nunraw for almost 50 years: ‘I believe I was led here and if
this happens you have to be true to yourself. This isn’t prison; it’s hard to enter and easy to leave.’
These monks are almost entirely self-sufficient, having become adept at farming they adhere rigorously to a vegetarian diet and eat daily the produce of their own soil. On special commemorative days they will allow themselves some meat. Christmas Day is one such occasion, of course, and so some of the rituals will be observed.
Already there are Christmas cards gathering on a table and, on the Saviour’s day itself, there may be telephone calls to close relatives. Otherwise though, the rhythm and cadences of their day will remain unaltered. What f ew bills and expenses they incur are met with the help of gifts and donations from a wider community of Nunraw friends and relatives stretching throughout the Scottish diaspora.
It’s during meal times that you first encounter proper silence. The first minutes you experience in a dining hall where these 12 are seated two to a table, eating their food with no conversation are unnerving. And then you gradually grow accustomed to it and are glad of it; no requirement for empty speculation and idle wit – just you and your food and thoughts about where it came from and how fortunate you are that it is always here. And thoughts, too, of those many among us who must live in hunger or in the fog of war. And then you find your own absorption in shallow concerns ebbing away.
The story is told of a harsh winter in these parts, not long after the monks came in 1946. The nearby village of Garvald was cut off by snow and no provisions could get in. In those early days these strange men in their hoods and medieval robes had been an unnerving presence and there was suspicion and fear. Then, as the hamlet gathered itself for a winter of hardship and scarcity, the monks came down from the abbey bringing with them the bounty of the land, provisions in abundance and no little expertise in the ways of making mechanical things work.
The misunderstanding vanished and the monks now occupy a special place in the heart of the village.
So how do you begin to explain even the concept of prayer in a society which has deemed entreaty to the Creator as obsolete? Even among many of us who believe in these things prayer is a resource you turn to only in extremis; in mortal peril and when your team is looking for an equaliser in the last minute. To those who have no religious belief it is merely the hallmark of an older age of superstition and ignorance.
But I recognise that even among my atheist friends there is occasionally an acknowledgment of things beyond human comprehension and an admission of the possibility of design in beauty. That some thanks and praise may be due to someone does not seem to be entirely unreasonable in the circumstances.
Nunraw welcomes people of all faiths and none. ‘Of course many Catholics come here to stay a few days but so also do Protestants, Jewish people, Muslims and Hindus and people with no faith,’ says Father Mark. ‘We do not preach at them or seek to convert them. They can do as much or as little as they please. We just ask that they respect the spirit of this place. And if they take something away with them and it helps them, as it often seems to do, then we feel that a purpose is being served.’
Several of the other monks venture something of what brought them here and the lives they left behind: of running boats up and down the West African coast; of carefree days among alcohol and girls at university. And there is Father Aelred from Tyneside, who has twice left the community, but on each occasion felt compelled to return. He says: ‘I was attracted to the idea of monasticism but wasn’t leading the type of life conducive to it. I was seeing a girl for a while but I knew that I would only really be happy living this life.’
THEN behold Brother Philip. Approaching 90, he is the oldest member of the community but reminds you of a slightly older version of the actor Edward Fox. Gradually though, as he remembers a Geordie childhood, the elongated vowels of Tyneside emerge and, when he talks of his dad, a miner, the years roll away and he is mourning him anew.
The future is uncertain and each monk knows that, in a few years’ time, their community will simply cease to be unless some more men are called to join them. ‘We’ll leave that in the hands of God,’ says Father Mark.
Already, though, a subtle shift in policy has occurred. Once they would only have received men in their 20s and 30s, now they are open to older inductees, or novices, as they are termed.
Brother Michael is one of these. He is at the start of a five-year journey which will hopefully see him become a full member of the Nunraw community. He is a Glaswegian in his mid-50s who recently retired after 37 years with HMRC.
‘I have come here over the years to find silence and to escape the increasingly loud and meaningless noise of the world and to truly encounter God,’ he says. ‘I enjoyed my career and the many good people I worked with and I shall miss them and my family, but this is the place where I think I’m meant to live out the rest of my life.’
And you observe these men again and you ponder their relevance in the 21st century where we seem daily to be unlocking the secrets of the universe and discovering the sources of earthly happiness without the aid of The Almighty, thank you very much. And yet you wonder again at how we conspire to put these riches beyond the reach of many of our fellow humans.
And you wonder at how increasingly empty and unhappy your own life can seem even when you think you have it all. And you know that, for a day or so, you were given a glimpse of something that you once yearned for and you felt a momentary desire once more to cast off the world and its empty promises.
And you know, too, that deep within yourself you wouldn’t experience contentment like this any time soon unless, perhaps, you returned here. And you wonder why the very thought scares the hell out of you yet thrills you, too. And then you are thankful just for the knowledge that this place exists at all and that you will carry it with you in your heart for the rest of your days.  

  To discover more about the Nunraw monks, write to: Sancta Maria Abbey, Nunraw, Haddington, EH41 4LW. or telephone: 01620830223.

Thursday, 19 December 2013

The Christmas Crib at the Nunraw Guest House party of village community.




Christmas Season from fr. Donald ocso Nunraw Abbey

 

The Christmas Crib at the Nunraw Guest House party of village community.
Wishing you Peace and Blessings at Christmas  
Greetings from Donald 


This may be a more unusual messsage. 
I am happy to sent the verses of the friend during his retreat days in the community.
He says, "... My card includes a copy of a seasonal reflection which I have denoted as "conceived before the Blessed Sacrament at the Night Office of the Cistercian Abbey, Sancta Maria Abbey", my Christmas reflection - I attach an e-copy for you - it came to mind during the wonderful stillness before the Blessed Sacrament that follows after Vigils, the sanctuary light revealing hidden expressions of adoration".

Hidden in The Heart 'Blessed Sacrament at the Night Office of the Cistercian Abbey'
by William J. Wardle

Hidden in The Heart
 Hidden in the Heart
Lk 17:21 for behold, the kingdom of God is within you

I love to dwell in the darkness before the glow of the sanctuary lamp
As one who keeps vigil beneath the Star that rises over Bethlehem
To behold the coming of the Son of Man in the visions of the night [1]
A shepherd boy watching for the Saviour, Who is Christ the Lord [2]


I gaze upon the tabernacle that hosts the presence of the Lord Jesus
Once cradled in a stable, Child of love divine dwelling in our midst [3]
For while gentle silence envelopes all things and night is half gone [4]
You come all-powerful Word, Son of God, from the realms of heaven


The flickering candle casts a golden halo around the heavenly Host
As the Star beams forth the radiance of eternal light upon the stable [5]
Shining out of darkness to announce the majesty and glory of God [6]
Revealed in the infant and manifest in the Person Jesus the Messiah


May the rays spread their illumination within the temple of my soul
That I may come to the knowledge of the secrets and mysteries [7]
The treasures of the darkness of faith and the riches concealed [8]
Within the sanctuary of Your indwelling, hidden in my heart


[1]Dan 7:13 I was gazing into the visions of the night, when I saw, coming on the clouds of heaven, as it were a Son of Man
[2]Lk 2:11 To you is born this day… a Saviour, Who is Christ the Lord
[3] Zec 2:10 for behold, I come, and I will dwell in the midst of you
[4] Wis 18:14 for while gentle silence enveloped all things, and night in its swift course was now half gone, your all-powerful word leaped from heaven
[5]Wis 7:26 Wisdom is the glow that radiates from eternal light
[6]2 Cor 4:6 For God Who said, Let light shine out of darkness, has shone in our hearts so as to beam forth the Light for the illumination of the knowledge of the majesty and glory of God as it is manifest in the Person and is revealed in the face of Jesus Christ the Messiah
[7]Mt 13:11 To you it has been given to know the secrets and mysteries of the kingdom of heaven
[8]Is 45:3 I will give you the treasures of darkness and hidden riches of secret places  

    
conceived before the Blessed Sacrament
at the Night Office of the Cistercian monastery,
Sancta Maria Abbey, Nunraw, Edinburgh

William