A monastic cell should be a santuary and not a prison.

I’m not the kind of nun who bricks herself in 
(although those who do might find 
a greater freedom). 

I am a nun with a horse within who likes to run, 
hounds to hunt, crows to converse with the living and dead.

I caretake this space as a cell within the body
of this place, of this world, of this universe, of Annwn.

I listen for the heartbeat and obey only the Rule of the Heart.