One warm sunny day in May,
I was blessed to be walking through a beautiful old Benedictine monastery, the big old wooden gates were opened to the outside from the sanctuary and led me into the most exquisite sunlit walled rose garden.
I could hear the blissful prayerful Gregorian chants floating in the air around me.
The atmosphere was so peaceful, it made the hairs stand up on my neck and gave me goosebumps.