|Written by Sherry|
|Tuesday, 15 April 2008 05:00|
I've been home a week and relative leisure is beginning to creep in.
Nothing huge and looming is pending. Spring is here. Taxes are filed. My first batch of crocuses are blooming. I spent 3/4 of a day doing things that had nothing to do with the Institute. I have time - a little - to actually think, to contemplate. Pope Benedict is coming and I might have enough leisure to actually pay prayerful attention.
I could spend a few minutes marveling at the tiny static sparks that rubbing Pippin's hair set off in the dark.
I know it won't last forever, but I'm grateful..
The only fly in the ointment being that Blogger refuses to post my little note of gratitude for leisure.
. . . Cause, it wouldn't be good to get used to leisure and all.
One more try to post this. And then I"m going to go out into the pre-dawn morning, listen to birds sing, watch the first rays of the sun turn the snow on Pike's Peak to rose, and talk to God.