retreat of discernment

Today I felt as if I was providing some help to Wendy on her journey. A point of reference, some guidance, shared experience. We talked about how certain things struck us because of the distinct vocabularies in our heads, and how learning to move into new meanings helps. An excellent morning.

Part of the retreat focused on different methods of prayer, which is a helpful experience. I like the friendliness of the Church in encouraging one to pray in the manner one feels most open to. We discussed Taize music, the rosary and meditative prayer this morning, trying out a bit of each. I now have a turquoise plastic rosary which I think I will keep in my car. Picked up one for Melynda too.

Speaking of Melynda, she and Erin managed to get tickets to the game in Dallas somehow. They are on the road right now I imagine. She promised to call me when we score.

Driving home, through the shadows on the road. It's strange to think clouds can throw shadows, and I look up to see the grey underneath the white streaks. Perriwinkle blue today. Naming the colors on the sky is one of my favorite habits. So many blackbirds out today, in the trees and on the grass.

Going to bake cookies today. Chocolate Almond Truffle cookies. A pound of butter, a pound of chocolate, lots of almonds and sugar. Delicious. I need someone to come help me taste them.

you should see me now

It's kind of lonely, baking here. Listening to Depeche Mode and wishing someone was home to smoke with me on the balcony. Originally Melynda was going to be here, but then they got those last minute tickets. Well, it's okay. Just wish someone I knew was around. All the people I like so much end up so far away.

When I open a new pack of cigarettes, they smell like raisins to me. I don't know why.

He looks like he needs a cookie

Do drop in and have a cookie today, Severus.

I'm outside

Finally realized that the phone cord is long enough that I can sit on the balcony with the laptop and smoke, turn the stereo up and open the glass doors onto the sky. There are more clouds now and it's turning grey and dark. Sun's going down out there.

Waiting for my cookies to cool, listening to the radio. Reading fanfic recommended by Reive. Who likes the same kind of stories I do, between our recommendations.

Sitting here, typing with one hand and smoke curling around my fingers, lost in dreamland.

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George and Suzanne are bringing mysterious bubble tea over. We shall eat my cookies and be merry.