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By Stephen Dareing Rappahannock News Staff Writer
Arriving late, at dusk, to Holy Cross Abbey’s guest house in Berryville, Va., for a retreat last Wednesday was like stepping out of a busy airport terminal and through a doorway into easy solitude, a cool spring to a parched traveler.
A sigh of silence. Relief from a harried day and months of worry over the economy.
The lights were subdued, a votive candle burned on the hearth, and in the kitchen I found the best lemon squares since mom’s.
There was a list of guests including my name and room assignment. No concierge, no key, although I was greeted outside the door by an inquisitive tabby cat.
Holy Cross Abbey rests among lolling fields that saunter down to the Shenandoah River about five miles east of the bustling village of Berryville. There in the fields, the Cistercian (also know as Trappist) monks keep what they prefer to call a “guest house” (not a retreat) for individuals wishing to find a place of silence to reflect.
A sense of peace reigns over the entire 1,200-acre property.
At night, the peepers were in full chorus rising up from the river bottoms. In the morning, there was nothing but the songs of
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