The Medieval anchoress would often be laid on a funeral bier and given last rites before being carried to her anchorhold, the small cell in which she’d be entombed for the rest of her days. The ceremony represented her commitment to die to the world and live for Christ. Some anchorholds contained the anchoress’s open grave as a memento mori, or reminder of death. No longer a participant in the affairs of men, she became an observer, viewing the world through a small window in her cell wall. The symbolic death of self–one’s desires, biases and agendas–is the only path to true objectivity.
From draft one of She Watches – An Anchoress Perspective
by Abby Travers
Tuesday, March 13th: 11:45 PM
The snap of branches, a wet thud, and a strangled wheeze woke Abby. The sounds weren’t loud, but she’d only been in a half-sleep. She slipped out of her bedroll, crossed the dirt floor to the squint her father had made for her and peered out. [Read more…] about Excerpt from The Sanctity of Sloth