Tomorrow

I have officially survived one of the busiest weeks in recent history. I've been out for this or that scheduled event every night this week, and I'm tired.

I have great plans for tomorrow. I'm going to Fish Creek Park in the morning. I'm going to walk and pray, and then find a bench (probably in this spot I know that faces away from the homes on the edge of the park, and overlooks the forest and creek) and sit and read and think and maybe journal. I've been looking forward to the time away from everything all week - to the time to be out in nature and just "be."

After that, I'm going to come home, pick up a few things, and head to mom and dad's. I'll probably help out with some stuff around the house. I need to copy some recipes. I'm going to borrow a car and head to the library to return some books, and pick up an item that I'd requested that had now arrived. I'm also going to make a couple of phone calls - to my credit card company about some changes they're making to my account, and to my internet provider, since the bill seems rather larger than they told me it would be.

Then a quiet evening at home - maybe scrapbooking, maybe just reading or watching a dvd on my laptop. Something low key.

This is definitely my favorite kind of day.

A Window on our Spiritual Lives - Henri Nouwen

I know, I know. You're all wondering if I ever do any of the writing around here anymore. Well, I do. Or at least I will. Maybe later today, or maybe this weekend (which is full of plans for relaxing and reconnecting with bits of myself that have been neglected in this crazy month of moving and resettling, reorganizing, reprioritizing). But for now, I have this GREAT bit from Henri Nouwen that came to my email this morning as a follow-up to the bit that came to my email yesterday morning, and I thought I'd pass it along!

A Window on Our Spiritual Lives

Even though our emotional and spiritual lives are distinct, they do influence one another profoundly. Our feelings often give us a window on our spiritual journeys. When we cannot let go of jealousy, we may wonder if we are in touch with the Spirit in us that cries out "Abba." When we feel very peaceful and "centered," we may come to realise that this is a sign of our deep awareness of our belovedness.


Likewise our prayer lives, lived as faithful response to the presence of the Spirit within us, may open a window on our emotions, feelings, and passions and give us some indication of how to put them into the service of our long journey into the heart of God.