Self-isolation, Day Three, being the Feast of Hildegard of Bingen





A beautiful, cloudless day in Edinburgh tests my commitment to self-isolation.

What would Hildegard of Bingen have done?


Well, she would have written some theology: I got a proposal off to a press.

She would have made some music: I did some serious practice on Bach, Brahms, and Franck.

She would have prayed: I followed the appointed prayer for my current jurisdiction.


But would she have taken a walk?

Here I think we must play the mystery card.

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  1. Joe DSeptember 17, 2020 at 5:25 PM

    Would her walk not have been cloistered? It is unfortunate you don't have that option.

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