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Abbey home
All spiritual growth comes from reading and reflection.
By reading we learn what we did not know;
by reflection we retain what we have learned.
--Isidore of Seville
Hill
Abbey's Summer Hall is a
two-week summer program
devoted to the slow reading of
the early church fathers with a small group of
like-minded people in pleasant, quiet, rhythmic, structured
circumstances, anchored by Scripture reading, singing, prayer, and
varied
with walks in the woods, evening fires, and star-gazing. The program is
more like a short-term monastery than a college or summer school.
It's purpose is not "fun", although delight is one of its chief
characteristics. The daily time is devoted to many hours of slow
reading
aloud together, periods of private contemplation and prayer, gathering
together
over good food and around
bonfires and under stars, and conversation and fellowship. Hill Abbey
is dedicated to the idea that wisdom
and happiness require periodic times of withdrawal this like from the
hectic pace and numerous distractions of "normal"
life for the sake of reflection, meditation, and focus in the rhythm of
a simple, daily routine.
The
main work of each day
involves five hours of reading, distributed over the course of the
day.
We read aloud, taking
turns,
together in a group, reading slowly and stopping when necessary to
discuss
what we'd just read, or just to stare off into space and wonder over
the words - but the emphasis is always on simply reading and
listening to what the great author has to say, and to each other's
voices as we read. We try to read with ears
quick
to hear and mouths slow to speak. We read in the library in the cool of
the morning, and later in the heat of the day move out onto the lawns
under the trees, wherever there is grass and a place for our lawn
chairs or
blankets. We have snacks and meals together. There is plenty of time
for
evaluation
and questions of application later as we walk, eat, look at the fire,
and gaze at the stars. We read
with pencils in our hands (these are provided, along with journals, and
some
suggestions for their use are given at the beginning to help the
participants
achieve benefit -- think "commonplace" book) and ooh-ing and aah-ing
and
even woohoo-ing and amen-ing are encouraged; laughter is welcome, and I
don't
think St. Benedict would object.
There are
times set aside each morning
and afternoon where all have solitude
for contemplation and reflection on the reading or anything else, and
we hold
Morning and Evening Prayers (Matins and Vespers) in communion with the
majority
of the Christians in history who framed their days this way. We have a
rest time in the afternoon, as well as some exercise
including working in the yards and gardens in the morning, and walks in
the
nearby woods and fields in the afternoon, and after dinner. Dinner
includes
some great outdoor meals, and after dinner there are short stories and
poetry
around the fire, and stargazing. We get plenty of rest - this isn't
summer camp, so late-night
shenanigans aren't part of the picture.
There are far too many things to do in life, and though we try to do
them all, we can't. So we have to choose. But instead of choosing well
we choose the immediate, the urgent, what's directly in front of us,
what's in our face, what shouts loudest for our attention.
Hill Abbey's summer session offers at least three things that very few
of the other
things
demanding attention do.
The first is peace. Real
peace of soul comes of course from an
ordered relationship with God. But two weeks of deliberately ignoring
the urgent, tyrannical, frenetic daily demands that modern culture
seems to
impose on us illustrates how unimportant those things often are
and how much more we can focus on inner peace when external peace is
enjoyed.
And with this peace comes the second thing - perspective. The tree or
hill that
rises above the surrounding terrain gives a better view, and a
fortnight
without the tyranny of the urgent is like climbing to that height. Then
we begin to see how trivial and foolishly
wasteful are many of the things that clutter our daily lives. This is
not to say that everything should be momentous - but without
perspective we can't even enjoy the merely pleasant or delightful. We
waste our lives with shallow busy-ness when we
could be doing something truly important - like staring at the sky,
listening to a friend's voice while he speaks, and thinking. Really
thinking. Long, slow, leisurely thinking about anything or nothing,
just being still.
And this leads to the third thing which Hill Abbey's summer session
offers: wisdom. The program
is primarily about reading one very great author from the history of
the
church but in a slow, contemplative manner, at the human pace with
which it was written, aloud in the voices of brothers and sisters, and
with long periods specifically set aside for reflection - all so that
the wisdom of the great book can sink deeply into our thoughts and
souls. We all need, and want, wisdom. Wisdom sees the big pictures,
judges the
priorities of things and orders them rightly, and chooses and acts
well. But without peace and perspective there can be no wisdom. Hill
Abbey's summer session attempts to create the circumstances where the
wisdom can be
heard and flourish.
One participant put it this way:
How does one sum up absolute peace,
deep contentment, wild enjoyment, and true inspiration in one sentence?
'Praise the Lord' is all I can come up with. Hill Abbey was one of the
most wonderfully renewing experiences I have ever had. The act of
sitting in a circle with several other people reading Augustine out
loud
for many hours a day cannot fail to work magic in a tired soul. And yet
(stupidly) I never quite expected the miracle of it all... the
steady, peaceful rhythm of the Hill... as to telling about these last
two weeks... I can't quite seem to figure out a good way to sum up long
summer days, myriad voices, songs and stories, sweet moments of total
peace... dancing, the smell of ripened wheat, moon risings, star
gazings, midnight fires, wine tastings . . . pure joy.
Another said:
For
the past two weeks I deliberately abandoned (almost) all electronic
communication, in favor of reading carefully one of the greatest works
known to Western literature and Christendom - Augustine's 'City of God'
- with several other like-minded individuals. This
statement is not meant to reflect pride in an accomplishment, but joy
in what I think was a wonderful opportunity and a gift... I find this
medium wholly inadequate for attempting to summarize those two weeks.
The closest I think I could come would be to commend Psalm 133 for
earnest reflection.
"1 Behold, how good and how pleasant
it is
For brethren to dwell together in
unity!
2 It is like the precious oil upon
the head,
Running down on the beard,
The beard of Aaron,
Running down on the edge of his
garments.
3 It is like the dew of Hermon,
Descending upon the mountains of Zion;
For there the LORD commanded the
blessing—
Life forevermore."
So
happy having been a "nun" for two weeks of reading, talking, laughing,
singing, contemplating, fellowshipping. The walks, the woods, the
willy-nilly whimsy, the water, the wisdom, the wildflowers and the
slow, slow, wonder.
And still another:
I was
surprised to find how many pre-soaked ideas I had--thoughts that I had
meant to consider, but hadn't had time or space to do so. I was also
surprised to find how difficult it was to cultivate ideas like one
cultivates a garden, in contrast to my usual habit of gathering ideas
from the wilds of inspiration as I wander haphazardly through the
world. Inspiration is easy--as easy as finding a fruit tree in a
forest. Cultivating ideas, on the other hand, takes far more effort,
but yields a greater intellectual crop. The current circumstances of my
life allow me little silence and solitude, but having seen their
benefits, silence and solitude have now become priorities, and I can't
imagine living a serious intellectual life without them.
Why is it called "Hill Abbey"?
We are situated on a low, lovely
hill
on a neck of land surrounded on
three sides by a bend of a river, and the summer session is more like a
temporary
monastery
(a fellowship with an "abbot", which just means "father", at their
head) than like a college. We're following, in our own
limited but appreciative
way, a very old tradition which began in early
Christian Egypt, continued through medieval western (especially Celtic)
Europe, and still holds on
in a few places scorned by the modern world.
Why read the early church fathers?
When we read the writings of the early fathers of the church -
those great authors from the first five hundred years of Christianity,
or even a bit later (St. John of Damascus in the eighth century is
considered by many to be the last of the early fathers) - we get an
inside look into the questions and answers that we take for granted in
the modern world, or never even think about, but that were new and
profoundly exciting when the church was young: questions like "what is
the Trinity?", "who is Jesus?", "what is evil?", "what should the
Christian life look like?", "should Christians participate in politics,
culture, and the world, and if so, how?", "how should we worship?",
"what is the church?", "what is prayer?", "what is wisdom?", "what
happens after we die?"
Most modern Christians might consider these questions silly, if they
ever even think aboutd them, because they've all been answered already,
haven't they?
But how did we get those answers? We did not get them straight from the
Bible; we got them from having been taught to think about the Bible by
a long tradition of thought and teaching stretching over the past two
thousand years. Arguments, debates, councils, long serious thought, and
many profound books have all gone
into the way we think about the Scriptures; we have most certainly not
read the Bible uninfluenced - that is impossible. And the
greatest influence on how all of later Christianity viewed these and
many more questions, whether later Christians agreed or disagreed, were
the early church fathers. If the Bible is the foundation of our
Christian thought, the early fathers are the foundation of our thought
about the Bible, and about all of Christian belief and practice. We
need to know the fathers for the same reasons that we need to know
about our parents and grandparents and great-grandparents; they are the
trunk from which we later branches have grown.
Who may attend Summer Hall?
Anyone interested is
welcome to
inquire.