{"id":387,"date":"2023-12-31T03:33:38","date_gmt":"2023-12-31T11:33:38","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.patheos.com\/blogs\/pilgrimandscarlet\/?p=387"},"modified":"2024-04-10T15:29:35","modified_gmt":"2024-04-10T22:29:35","slug":"drinking-manhattans-with-monks-wisdom-for-the-new-year","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.patheos.com\/blogs\/pilgrimandscarlet\/2023\/12\/drinking-manhattans-with-monks-wisdom-for-the-new-year\/","title":{"rendered":"Drinking Manhattans with Monks: Wisdom for the New Year"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<\/head>
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Oblates of St. Augustine. Photo from private collection.<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
The sounds of the bell indicate that it\u2019s time for Compline<\/a>. Venerable Brother Chewy, a chihuahua rescued by the monks, rouses me from a siesta by licking my face. Once the prayers are over, I sit in front of the Blessed Sacrament. Brother Martin taps me on the shoulder, interrupting my recitation of the Jesus prayer, and asks what I\u2019d like to drink. To which I reply water. He seems surprised and tells me that the monastery has a full bar. \u201cIt\u2019s a feast day. I\u2019ll make you a Manhattan.\u201d<\/p>\n
Before bed, the monks gather in a comfortable living room to unburden their minds and chat about current events, an atmosphere akin to good friends having drinks at Grandma\u2019s house. It\u2019s surreal finding myself sipping cocktails with cloistered monks, given my background with new age communities and the \u201cspiritual, not religious\u201d crowd.<\/p>\n