Joeaux and I ventured unknowingly into the private area unavailable to guests of the Abbey and I wondered how many more rules we could break with our presence. We were particularly drawn to a meditation site with a large statue of Mary, standing on a ball and a snake.
Assumption Abbey was a little slice of heaven. In the middle of nowhere, Missouri, just off of highway “roller coaster.” If you’ve ever driven in the Ozarks — you know what I mean. “Everybody! Hands up – wheeeeeeeeeee!”