Cloister

(Written on my palm pilot while sitting in the training room at a small Christian college in PA. Don't ask.)
Thought #1:
I am brought to epiphany in repetition and single words. The other day the word cloister came up three or four times, and it is only then that I perk up and pay attention. Cloister: it is solitude, spiritual hermitude. It is devoted to seclusion. The vocabulary of faith, of walk, of decision. A season, a place between the peaks and popularity in which to simmer in the silence. Strange word to have identify me.
Thought #2:
To truly commit to anything has to be a daily choice. For me I cannot simply say "I will do this/choose this/be this until x time" because it is too overwhelming--a day of decisions is all too often too much. I know now why AA's motto is one day at a time; why Joshua said in frustration, "Then choose for yourselves this day whom you will serve,"--any more and defeat will crush any under the weight of time. Am I that weak that the thought of 48 hours of such virtue is exhausting? I wish I could say I'll do or be something for the rest of my life, but I can't be sure. I can, however, commit to it today. Today I will choose who I serve, what I believe, who I love, what I will stand for and what I will let go. It is conscious, cautious and often clandestine. And today, for only today, it will be enough. (Is that weak, wrong or just short-sighted? You tell me)