"There are very few human beings who receive the truth, complete and staggering, by instant illumination. Most of them acquire it fragment by fragment, on a small scale, by successive developments, cellularly, like a laborious mosaic. "

Anais Nin
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Christina of Markyate

Also known as: Saint Theodora, Christina the Recluse

Born with the name of Theodora, her family tried to marry her to a man named Burthred after she resisted a seduction by the chief justice of England. But Christina had already taken a vow of virginity, deciding on a visit to St. Albans to become a nun. Her parents attempted to marry her to a nobleman, Burthred. Christina was pressured into betrothal but resisted consummation of the marriage, even an attempt by her young husband to force her.
She suffered persecution from her family for her stance. She finally escaped and ran away, staying with a nearby anchoress, Alfwen, hiding there for two years. After that, she took refuge with a monk, Roger, at St. Albans, still continuing to hide to escape her family and Burthred. Roger became her spiritual mentor. Finally, Burthred gave up his quest, and released her from her betrothal vows.

When Roger died, four years after Christina arrived there, he left the hut to her. The Archbishop of York took her under protection. She took up a hermit's life at Roger's hut, though not shut up as an anchoress. In 1131 she took formal vows. Geoffrey of Dunstable (d. 1146) founded a community at Markyate for Christina, whom he considered his teacher and friend. More women gathered around her, and in 1145 a house was built to house the larger community.
In the 1150s, a story of her life was published, probably by a chaplain serving her community, including her life story and an account of her visions. The manuscript was found by C.H. Talbot in the British Library and published in 1959. A St Albans Psalter which she used survives. The community survived until Henry VIII dissolved it along with other monasteries in England.
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So many great women I have to discover...

going further...

In 1968 we hade many dreams...
We wanted to live that way and be free and away from money, society...
We wanted complete freedom...
We wanted to be different, true, honest, pure...
Very few of us still live the same way...My friend Remi does...one of the last true man I know...
Theodore, I wish I could follow all what you said...
Learning solitude...
Hermit life, in my way...So I must read and meditate those texts...and learn...never stop learning...


Shabkar, Tibetan Buddhist Hermit
Shabkar Tsogdruk Rangdrol, or Zabs-dkar Tshogs-drug-ran-grol (1781-1851), is called by his translator the "perfect hermit." So much was he a model hermit that contemporaries considered Shabkar the reincarnation of Milarepa, the ninth-century Tibetan Buddhist hermit and composer of songs or dohas, compositions of instruction, reflection, and inspiration.


Shabkar developed ten "benefits of living in isolated places," based on the "King of Samadhi" sutra:
one's activities will be fewer
one will be far removed from noise and distractions
one will be free from quarrels
one will be free from harm
one will not let obscuring emotions increase
one will not create causes for discord
one will always enjoy perfect tranquility
one will keep one's body, speech, and mind under control
one will live in a way that is conducive to liberation, and
one will quickly reach complete freedom.

getting tired

House by the Side of the Road from Sam Walter Ross
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THERE are hermit souls that live withdrawn
In the place of their self-content;
There are souls like stars, that dwell apart,
In a fellowless firmament;
There are pioneer souls that blaze the paths
Where highways never ran-
But let me live by the side of the road

And be a friend to man. ...
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when I am tired I love going to my caravan with a big bag full of books, the kettle, the teapot and some bread and fruit...I remember, the first time I went to the cinema in England, the film was:"Far from the madding crowd"...