No, I Did Not Sign The Covenant
Harkening back to the holidays, I promised Kentucky Jim I would share the tale of my brief roadtrip from Nashville to Kentucky. You see, the holidays were abuzz with food and spirits and activity and I needed a mini escape from my escape, so to speak. A 24-hour respite to relax and wind down. So we decided to drive over to Kentucky and stay at Shaker Village, which was once a religious community but is now a serene and decadent country inn.
Now let me tell you the Shakers were pious people. And I mean pious! On becoming a Shaker one would sign a sacred Covenant, giving up all worldly possessions and agreeing to a lifetime of celibacy. Marriages were dissolved and your children became brothers and sisters of the overall ‘family’. Shakers worked diligently at broom-making, weaving, farming, and all of their labor benefited a higher power and the common good of the their community.
And they were not allowed to speak at mealtimes.
WHOA!!! Are you kidding me?? They had to eat in total silence?! Those of you who have broken bread with this Chick know that would be really hard for me. While I have the utmost respect for the Shaker way of life, thankfully their rules no longer govern guests of the inn.
And in case you’re curious I did some homework and apparently modern Shakers have loosened up on the whole no-talking-at-mealtime rule. Whew.
At any rate we were inspired to journey into Kentucky on this soul-cleansing, rejuvenating mission. Halfway there we ventured off the highway for lunch. Apparently GPS devices are more and more sophisticated these days because our GPS seemed to know the true character of the people in the vehicle, as it detoured us away from our spiritual journey and straight into Bardstown, KY The Bourbon Capitol of the World.
Loved Bardstown. We kicked around and checked it out before finding a spot to eat. It has all these beautiful old buildings and a charming antique cemetery. Not to mention giant bourbon distilleries which were fascinating.
But back to the task at hand. After lunch we reprogrammed the GPS (not to mention our focus) and ventured on to Shaker Village, which I will say far exceeded our expectations. The meals were delicious, the buildings are beautifully restored and the countryside was magnificent. A hiker’s paradise with horse trails and people trails alike. The sunset rivaled any that I have experienced anywhere. And the snow flurries on the walk to breakfast were storybook.
Everything about Shaker village was pristine and peaceful and for a brief moment, time seemed to stand completely still. It was a breath of fresh air.
Enjoy a little montage of the roadtrip from Nashville to Shaker village KY: