Telephone at the Monastery

On New Year’s Day, we sat on the porch of the cafe at the Mount St. Benedict Monastery and played telephone until our tea was ready.


We start with one word


and by the time it makes its journey around the whole circle,



no matter how carefully we listen,


 the words we whisper


are never the same coming out as they were going in.

6 thoughts on “Telephone at the Monastery

  1. You must be very good whisperers! I love the photos here with the thought. So far in my house there is no such thing as a whisper making this game sort of futile! Someday!

  2. Hi dears,
    Those listening faces! What an intense concentration!
    The next time I will be part of it!! Easter?
    Un Bon aña pa bosotur!!

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