Sometimes, a moment brings joy I could not have imagined.
Yesterday, with Les just across the table from me, and gentle breezes and soft keystrokes the only sound around us, I paused.
“Can it really get any better than this?” I thought. “This silent companioning of being lost in our own worlds of writing in this beautiful place?”
These are the good days. The good moments. Thank you.
Every once in a while there’s a gap.
A craving I cannot name.
An itch I cannot scratch.
I sit,
scrolling on my phone,
searching for books or a new tv series to begin, but, eventually,
and inevitably,
I slip back into a motionless stare that I don’t even recognize until
the stove timer dings, and,
there it is again.
The gap.
The gap between us.
The impermanent curtain hanging between flesh and spirit,
between here and There.
It’ll pass. It always does.
Note: This came out of a moment, or hour?, of staring into the infinite horizon of sky and earth. Initially, I thought I was missing my sister. Of calling her. With no particular need. Just a chat. But, as words came to page, I sensed it is also appropriate for this time of waiting in the season of Lent. Shared with love, and hope too.
I’ve worn these boots to walk the Pecos path for over ten years. Today I thanked and retired them.
It’s fitting that they fell apart on this trip as I also let go of Trudy’s tree – a tree I deemed and decorated as Trudy’s tree on my first visit to Our Lady of Guadalupe Monastery, All Saints Day, October 2012. Imagine my shock when I discovered that someone had cut it down!
This week’s Friday Love showed up while I protested our friends’ kind offer to buy our lunch. The waiter, who apparently had had a side conversation with our friend, looked me in the eyes, and said:
