I finally found some time to meditate the other day. It was an interesting experience. I had remembered this life time back in the early 1990's and recorded it in my journals. This meditation seemed to be an extension of the last one. I was immediately drawn to Europe the 1300's. I saw several nuns in an area doing chores. Folding cloth, preparing food, cleaning utensils. It was so cold - VERY COLD! It must have been winter. I was one of them. There was a sense that we had taken a vow; a vow of silence. Although we were all aware of each other - the hard part was staying focused within. Not projecting outward to others and respecting their space... as if scared. At one point I was walking in the halls of a tall stoned building with candles lit way above head level. I passed a stained glass window; it was not in an important part of the chapel - but near the back. It had a lot of blue glass and was my favorite. I held a rosary in my hand - the beads were blue. Funny it felt tied around my sash - a sash that acted like a belt, and then the cross was tucking into my pocket on the right side. I have no idea if this was how they would carry them but that was what it felt like. At one point I was seated, I had just pulled up woolen socks to my knees and was tying the moccasin type boots/shoes on my feet.The leather was buffed-and the loops held the strings. The shoe went only half way up the leg - not to the knee. When I stood up and looked down,I saw what I was wearing, heavy linen undergarments, and a gray habit over the undergarments. Most of what I got I would consider the little things. I was dusting off a chair that had a rose patterned seat. At one point I was seated and another nun was cutting my hair very short. She used a curved blade not scissors. Then I was praying and later at a ceremony there was priest giving a blessing .I stood before him, bowing my head in his presence and in the process noticed his gold chain - his rosary. I spent most of my time behind the Church, in the living quarters, in the garden, and focused all my attention on praying, reading the Bible, doing chores, washing, and cleaning. I did experience several times the feeling of being in prayer..deep in prayer and entering an altered state. It would happen so FAST and I would go so deep it would scare me. Somewhere on the forum I have posted about this life time and helping orphaned children whose parents had died in the Plague. I am also looking for historical clues to help me validate the experience. I am very curious about the shoes I described, if nuns wore sashes around their waist, and if they wore linen undergarments. If anyone comes across this information - I would be most grateful if you would be willing to share.