I graduated from Mis about 20 years ago, and I come back frequently to walk or sit in the garden. When I’m feeling especially stressed or hopeless or anxious, I start by sitting in the chapel for a bit. I’m not overly religious, and I only attended one mass there, but there’s a peace that comes from just sitting there that’s hard to explain.

I’m in the garden now and it’s going to storm; rain is trying to fall, but I’m content on this bench. Students are taking the newbies around for orientation in small groups, and I remember being one of those newbies, and my classes with Dr. Becky, and the culture and beauty this place has brought to my life. I’m extremely grateful for this space. I hope whoever is reading this finds the same calm that it brings me.