Portress

Sr Amata's Vocation Story

This is Sr Amata
She is one of our Portress'.
Lets hear what she has to tell us.


Since I became a religious sister I have learnt the value of humility, which is recognising the truth about myself. I am journeying with Jesus, I am in His loving presence, I try to please Him, and I trust that He will take care of me. 
All that I do throughout the day, when done for the glory of God, is life giving to the world. It doesn’t matter what task I am doing, whether I am performing the simple tasks of cleaning, washing up or whether I am praising God in the chapel. 

As I journey with God I carry others with me in spirit and I can share in their suffering as well as their joys, through prayer. Truth has to be born and nurtured on many levels and this involves a suffering which is life giving. I am called to live a life of praise and thanksgiving to the Lord.

My motto of life: Jesus - our Life.


Sr Beatrix's Vocation Story

This is Sr Mary Beatrix of the Holy Cross

She is one of our Portress'. 
You may have meet her at our door. 
Let's listen to what sister has to tell us about her journey to God.



Most of our work is quite ordinary but sometimes we meet a new challenge.

Mother had thought about keeping bees when a gardener told her that our garden was ideal for the purpose.  At the time I volunteered to look after them, if Mother thought it was a good idea.  I did not know the first thing about bees but I was not afraid of the little creatures.

Shortly after, we were offered two hives complete with bees so this was taken as an indication that we were meant to start beekeeping.

The hives arrived late one evening and were set in position at the end of the garden. 

Some time later that summer I removed a Super from the hive, put it on the wheelbarrow, and walked towards the Monastery and then to the other side of the building.  The bees wanted their honey and followed me, but as they fly in straight lines they thought they would take a short cut through the cloister.  Fortunately the windows were closed but they tried hard to enter.  The only way to persuade them to return home was to collect the wheelbarrow and return the super to the bottom of the garden and the bees followed.

Much later that evening when it was dark and the bees were in their hive, I was able to collect the Super and take it to the other side of the Monastery to extract the honey. 


Sometimes one has to learn the hard way.

My motto of life is: “Through the Cross to the Light”.