This is a fictional story based on the information received during Space Clearing
In the rolling mountains of rural Spain, stood a humble village at the very top overlooking the villagers and the stunning countryside was a monastery. It was home to a small community of monks who dedicated their lives to a life of simplicity, prayer, and hard work. These devoted men, led by the wise Abbot Francisco, found solace and purpose in their daily routines.
Each morning, as the sun appeared over the mountaintops, the monks would gather in the monastery's chapel for their first prayers of the day. Their voices blended harmoniously, filling the sacred space with a melody that echoed through the halls. With their spirits renewed, they set out to tend to the land that sustained them.
They walked in a line down through the village and to the land beyond, which encompassed a thriving vegetable garden, an orchard heavy with ripe fruits, and a vineyard that promised the nectar of life. The monks set to work, their hands and hearts united in purpose.
Under the guidance of Brother Antonio, the resident gardener, they cultivated the soil, carefully tending to each plant. With love and patience, they nurtured the seedlings, watching them grow into abundant harvests. The monks took great pride in their work, for they understood that their efforts were not only nourishing their own bodies but also those in need.
As the seasons unfolded, the monastery became a sanctuary of abundance. The vegetable garden yielded a colourful array of carrots, tomatoes, peppers, and onions. The orchard bestowed upon them bountiful baskets of succulent oranges, lemons, and figs. And the vineyard, under the watchful eye of Brother Miguel, produced grapes that would be transformed into exquisite wine.
Though the monks were devoted to their spiritual pursuits, they understood the value of hard work and the sacredness of the land. They believed that by caring for the Earth, they were expressing their gratitude for the gifts bestowed upon them. They saw themselves as stewards of creation, entrusted with a responsibility to nurture and preserve the natural world.
Their days were not without challenges, for nature could be unpredictable. Storms would rage and the normally dry ramble sometimes threatened to destroy the fruits of their labour. Yet, the monks persevered, finding strength in their collective faith and resilience. Together, they rebuilt what was lost, their bonds growing stronger with each trial they overcame.
In the evenings, when their work was done, the monks would gather once more in the chapel. The scent of freshly harvested herbs lingered in the air. They offered prayers of gratitude for the day's toil and the blessings that filled their lives.
The villagers were in awe of the quality and taste of the monks' offerings, and word quickly spread beyond the small mountain village. People from far and wide began making pilgrimages to the monastery, not only to seek spiritual guidance but also to partake in the fruits of their labour.
The humble monks welcomed the visitors with open arms, sharing their wisdom, faith, and the abundance of the land. They served simple meals made with their fresh produce, accompanied by the rich flavours of their own wine. The villagers, touched by the monks' devotion and the nourishment they provided, found solace in the peace and tranquillity of the monastery.
As time passed, the monastery's reputation grew, attracting more visitors seeking respite from the chaos of the outside world. The monks, ever humble, continued to till the land, tending to their sacred duties with unwavering devotion. They had discovered that in their labour, they found not only sustenance for their bodies but also nourishment for their souls.
The monastery still stands today with just a handful of monks now. The land they once farmed was repurposed for the village swimming pool and bar. The ghosts of the ancient monks are still seen and if you listen carefully, you may just catch the sound of chanting in the wind.