When you first became a nun, you enjoyed the sense of community more than anything. Over time, it has brought you a spiritual sense of companionship. Maybe not with God, but certainly with your sisters - they are effectively your family, your friends, your children at times. Perhaps it is that loving care between you all that is the best way of all to worship God? After the first couple of years, busy learning the rhythms of life and getting to know everyone, things had started to feel stale. You grew bored with the round of prayers and psalms, which go on unvarying day after day. You talked Abbess Joan into making you Cellaress, and now you have something creative. Being Cellaress has been deeply satisfying on an emotional level: you hugely enjoy the practicalities of looking after people: Food. Hugs. A warm blanket. A decent meal on a feast day. A bowl of fresh berries on an occasional evening. Life has improved considerably. While you still write regularly to your family, you are happy enough with your life at Whitwood, even if the Divine Offices sometimes feel like going through the motions.

You sometimes find yourself at odds with the stricter nuns however. To your mind, food is one of the few earthly pleasures allowed to a cloistered life. Others push for a harder line, ordering much stricter observance of the fasting days and dietary restrictions of the Church calendar. Life would be a lot easier with at least a prioress whose attitude was as flexible as your own.

You are earthy, kind, and generous. You like the physical pleasures of life and are more interested in the spirit of rules than in their strict observance. You have little time for people who annoy you and can be undiplomatic at times.