Last 11 August 2011, I hitched a ride with my office mate who was on her way home to Fairview. Since we end work at 6:00 AM for the graveyard shift, I decided to ride with her as I planned to hear the Bishop’s Mass in the Real Monasterio de Sta. Clara along Katipunan Avenue. It was, after all, the feast day of one of my favorite saints, Sta. Clara and likewise, the feast of the nuns I always ask prayers from (and I, in turn, always pray for), the Poor Clares.
Their original monastery, ostensibly called the Real Monasterio de la Inmaculada Concepción de la Madre de Dios de las Monjas de Sta. Clara, was established in 1621 in the old walled city of Intramuros. 20 Spanish maidens, under the spiritual guidance and mighty direction of their first Mother Abess Sor Jerónima de la Asunción, began the silent story of the contemplative monastery of Sta. Clara, a place that has witnessed quiet prayers and silent lives for the past 390 years. Countless women have gone through its portals, never to be seen again by the world.
Last 11 August 2011, devotees again flocked in the thousands to celebrate the feast of the Seraphic partner of Saint Francis of Assisi in his work of evangelization, Sta. Clara.