There is a beautiful, still morning lake just outside, but I am loving my private time in my jammies and journal too much to head out just yet.
We began this road trip 21 days ago with family in Austin, and will likely make this visit with family in Saint Jo our last stop before home.
I am finding myself easily falling into the welcoming ease of family… a possibility I thought gone for us. I am joyously wallowing in this comfy chair, slowly sipping strong black hot tea. And I am near tears thinking how lucky I am to have this alone time with loved ones down the hall and downstairs.
There is a special place in my heart for Silent Companioning.
It is the gift of being alone while others are nearby. It is being inside a warm home with a beautiful lake just outside, waiting to be explored. It is reading prayers by and for others, and writing my own in this journal. It is reflecting on the past 20 days and dropping into this moment with a deep sense of gratitude and awe.
There’s nothing like walking up 218 steps, to 1,182′ elevation, to get the blood flowing. As I huffed and puffed and looked around from way up there (I know, I know – not much of an impressive elevation outside of Texas), I said some prayers for a few folks who I know are struggling. After all, it is called Prayer Mountain (as well as Mount Baldy).
But in short order my mind drifted to just looking at the horizons and earth’s blanket of sprouting greens and bush, and I heard a simpler calling to just enjoy the view. This is prayer, and sometimes, like now, appreciation for God’s work and wonder is the best prayer of all.
Hillscapes. Sun. Tea. Books. Birdsongs. And a new location – on the other side of the hill. Quiet. It takes a little time to unwind. I forget that when planning a trip. And sometimes it takes changing our minds and changing our location as we did last night. It was a good move.
I’m not settled. I could maybe relax if I knew I didn’t have to go somewhere and do what people would do when here – hike, explore, be active in nature. But I just sit.
This porch is nice but I’m finding it difficult to not think about what it would take to own a place like this, or when we leave finding the next B&B to go to and avoid going home. This constant and mostly unconscious need to mentally leave the present for more of what was abandoned in the now is too familiar – like pressing my tongue again and again against the rough edges of a tooth. I can’t seem to stop the circular thinking long enough to lay down pencil and paper for the view, or ignore the droning noise of cars and trucks racing along the nearby blacktop road. I’m flabbergasted at how these sounds echo through the hills and mimic the toll way volumes of Houston. Continue reading Day 1 in Paradise : Like a Bat in the Dark→
We are going to Camp Creek (near Bryan/College Station) today to visit friends. From there we will be heading to Saint Jo as a sister-in-law’s sweet father, Vernie, passed away rather unexpectedly yesterday. We don’t know the details of the services yet but will leave from Camp Creek when we do. It may be Wed or Thursday by the time we get back. Continue reading Near-Perfect: thinking of Vernie→