It is 5:17 a.m. as I write. A week ago, I'd be about to leave Mepkin Abbey. The drive back to Florida was uneventful and felt speedier than it sometimes feels. I was grateful.
This past week-end has been one of finally getting caught up--I did the last load of laundry on Saturday, and did some required IT security training yesterday which will mean I can keep teaching my online classes at the community college. I got a haircut on Saturday, which wasn't overdue, but my shaggy hair was driving me nuts. In between, we spent lovely time on the front porch watching the rain showers come and go.
This will be a week of heavy duty training at the Ft. Lauderdale campus, where I have no office, so I'm taking my own mug, my own snack, and trying to remember what else I might need when I don't have an office.
Let me create my own Mepkin retreat in my head, a Mepkin Mind, where I can return when I need the soothing of chanted psalms:
Let me remember my delight at seeing a hydrangea bush in full bloom:
Let me remember the river that has seen so much, even if it is never the same river twice:
Let me adopt the attitude of Abbey, the monastery dog, who is always happy to be near us:
If she's ever stressed, I never see it:
feeling the feelings…
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