I once was a Buddhist Nun- Esther Baker

Suddenly I found myself, with my shaven head and dark brown robe, running down to the traditional Anglican church in the nearby village. It was totally spontaneous. I didn’t know who or what I would find there. I just found myself tearing out of the monastery and rushing down the hill. I was aware as I went that I had asked no-one’s permission to leave. This was more urgent than etiquette! I just fled. My head was in a spin. I thought, `I’ve got to talk to somebody, I’ve got to understand what’s happening to me.’