Time. Time at last Time to read Time to paint Time to sit in front of the fire and do nothing, nothing at all. Lots of books on one side Loving husband on the other side Lots of snow outside Warm and quiet inside.
This is such a metaphor for my week it's not even funny.
Yesterday morning, I was running down the sidewalk dragging the garbage can with recycling, chasing after the garbage truck and shouting for them to wait. The guy hanging on the back of the truck saw me and yelled to the driver, but the driver wouldn't stop and kept on going. Finally, the truck backed all the way down my street to where I was standing, looking oh-so-lame, clutching the side of the can. The guy on the back of the truck tosses my garbage and doesn't acknowledge my thanks or the big smile I give him. I drag the empty can back up the driveway.
I've been doing all this work for the upcoming retreat: writing a talk, helping with music, doing artwork, emailing and bringing disks to people and all sorts of stuff. It's all for a good cause!
So my Mom mentions that I can offer all this work up for a special intention, something in particular I'm praying for. I think that's a fantastic idea. So... I have something special in mind. I'll let you know when (and if) it comes true...