Should I have posted something yesterday?
Of course. But, instead, we were delayed. We were making Easter eggs, you see. And it was beautiful: lots of people, lots of dye, lots of fire hazards because: no school like the old school.
And now, here were are, in Holy Week, my favorite week. There are so many things swirling around in my mind, on my calendar, in my life. Thing is, I don’t know how to tackle and share the most appropriately!
SO! I’ve made a list on a notepad by my desk of things I must share. We’re going to start in Colorado, since that’s where I’ve been.
Dude. Silent retreat. My mind was just blown all over those astounding, beautiful mountains. I once had a semi-awful silent retreat experience in high school (what would it take to graduate to full-blown awful? Undecided) and, even though people have tirelessly invited me back, I didn’t return until this year. Ten years later? Ouch. Sorry, St. Ignatius.
But, this one was not like that one. That one was tears of frustration over misunderstanding and poor preparation. This one was like I decided to lie under a gigantic waterfall of grace and every minute grace was rushing my body with crazed water-madness. I’m still recovering, really. Oy, the grace!
I know other people have made more intense retreats—30 days instead of 3 or 5-6 meditations per day instead of 4—but, you know, I’m OK with that. God met me where I was, ya’ll. (Also! Dat mountain air! I would walk up a flight of stairs and be winded! I would lie in bed, panting for air! WHAT?? Because of this: I allow myself grace).
And everyone was LOVELY, you guys. I loved them all.
Hopefully tomorrow I’ll have more words and more images. But, today I don’t. I only have many things to do and much love to share.