the him I see on the outside~

the him I see on the outside~

I sat next to him, so to speak as next to as this place allowed. We didn’t know each other,  hadn’t spent any other time together yet so much of me was pulled to him. The knit cap snuggly bunted on his head the sweater, like any sweater, yet so...
walking in wild garlic~

walking in wild garlic~

One more day to spill on….and so I keep writing 🙂 I was there because suddenly life had presented me with Life~ Paulo Cuelho It’s breakfast, final day. Departure is 8am and my bags are in the car. I plan to hike one more time, then begin the drive back~...
Cows of Gesthemani~

Cows of Gesthemani~

This is day six of a six day series expressing my time, day by day, spent in silent retreat at Abbey of Gesthemani, December 10-17. It was an amazing week and I will probably be writing about it for quite a while, at least in my own journals. As these finish up...
the him I see on the outside~

My favorite cap has left~

This is day five of a six day series expressing my time, day by day, spent in silent retreat at Abbey of Gesthemani, December 10-17. The old guys have gone. The two women too.  It’s Friday; clear out day.  But not for me. I signed off for the entire...
And today~

And today~

This is day four of a six day series expressing my time, day by day, spent in silent retreat at Abbey of Gesthemani, December 10-17. A critical step on our journey, and one we’ll take over and over, is to let ourselves experience spiritual hunger long enough and...