My reading this morning from A Mirror of the Perfection of a Lesrer Brother ended by Francis saying this to the brothers:
[i]"Although you are travelling, nevertheless, let your behavior be as humble and as decent as if you were staying in a hermitage or a cell because wherever we are or wherever we travel, we always have a cell with us. Brother Body is our cell, and the soul is the hermit who remains inside the cell to pray to God and meditate on him. So if the soul does not remain quiet in its cell, a cell made by hands does little good to a Religious." (III, 309)/i]
May we---who never leave our cells but are nonetheless on the road---today travel in such a way as to not disquiet the hermit within. Amen.