Back from Mass with Father David. And speaking of back, Catherine is back as well as Dana from their motor trip to California. I’m happy.
The cold snap has broken, it’s raining and the barometer is in a tailspin. There is still lingering snow along Phil’s Camino but it may be gone by the walk this afternoon. People coming for the walk, some local some from Seattle. I am going to try and make some cornbread for tapas. I’m happy.
Father David was good today and more often than not is. Occasionally a phrase pops up to knock us over and he said one today. It was during his homily which was about how is God showing up in our lives. Or to me how well are we paying attention. And he brought up the phrase, “the manger of our hearts”. How magnificent is that little combination of words. The image of our hearts being a manger as a place to welcome and maybe shelter God who presents himself as a defenseless baby. It knocked me over. I’m happy.
I’m here on the red leather couch writing you and drinking water out of a wine glass. I am trying to fool myself which isn’t hard really. Always feel like I am not drinking enough water, everyone is always on my case. So yea, the wine glass is making it way more fun. I’m so easy. I’m happy some more.
Yup, A Sunday in the rain in Seattle WA, we know how to do this. So, find some reason to be happy today. I guess fool yourself if necessary, get the job done. Thanks for being with me, love you in a wine glass, Felipe.
Just reading this makes me happy. And I’m going to find the happy in walking with you in the pouring rain this afternoon. Or in the morning (always good to have an out.). Driving 2500 miles got me tired out enough to move slowly today (as in do as little as possible).
Love and as Joy Harjo says- “the heart knows everything>”
Dana ~ Yes, we did walk in the pouring rain, while semi pouring anyway. It was good to be out. If we didn’t have our schedule we would find a thousand excuses not to get out. Welcome back. Felipe.x
I too love that phrase, a manger in/of our hearts… Residing in God’s provision, love, Michelle