I went on retreat. You know I did, and I know you know I did.
Honestly, team, I’m ready to burst back into life and go to the library and check out books and read them all and learn a bunch of things (and get behind at laundry) and go to the fabric store and feel all the fabrics and pull all the patterns and textures together.
I’m ready to crack open cookbooks and TRY NEW THINGS. I refuse to be daunted by the apparently ever-available presence of failure in the gluten-free world and instead insist on focusing on the successes of the past year: the dinners, the parties, those happy memories of friends and food and food that was, in the end, fine and dandy.
I’m ready to go dancing. Lots and lots of dancing. And I’m ready to flair my arms and toss my head and point my toes, tracing soft circles on the wood floors, laughing readily with my partners.
I’m ready to have discussions–holding trails of thought-pattern and faces and see where people are coming from. I’m ready to travel and learn and grow.
Oh, hey, 2015. I’m ready for your flowers and your poetry and your hot tea. I’m ready for scented candles and stars and nature hikes and all the times I need to clean the house. And I’m ready for your sorrow and your heartaches and your wretched brokenness–the people who will need me, the times I’ll be astoundingly confused, the experiences that leave me brittle and exhausted. (I know who I serve. I know the promises of Abundant Life).
I’m ready for cauliflower-crust pizza (one of this years gluten-free successes, WHAT NOW, ODDS?) with you and other friends, and I’d love to hear about where you are and what God’s been doing in your life so, yeah, we should hang out sometime.
BUT UNTIL THEN (and I’m waiting patiently), here are some images of retreat. Why not? It’s a blog. You can come and see what my life looks like. Especially what my favorite part of my life looks like and that’s: prayer and fun with people who I love.
Except for Josh and Brigid and Julia and Diana. They’re fairies.
Michigan brings the fire, what can I say?
Aren't they the best? The best-best?
These pictures are from New Year’s Eve. Because I don’t know how you prefer to ring in the new year, but I prefer: semi-formal dinner, talent show, dance, mass, receiving patron saints for the year.
In that order.
There’s a reason this retreat is my favorite.
Soundtrack this. (But listen to it three times. One for each of them).
It kind of makes your heart swell, doesn’t it?
Pray for them. I love them.
On retreat, in confession, the priest reminded me of the connection of joy and laughter and the Holy Spirit and, really, this was just a blessed moment.
Doesn’t that baby snuggle in so cute?
And, that’s all I have for you.
Goose night. X.