I am in awe of my weekend. I'm still mentally and spiritually digesting my weekend. It's like having all these wonderful ingredients in my head, and I know what I want to make, but I can't describe the taste to you.
So, while I readjust to my existence, I think I will start with my journal entries here. I'm entering these while in my living room, the boys plotting each others demise on the xbox, and Ed finally resting - I rested well this weekend, knowing he was taking care of the boys. He can rest well, knowing I am returning the favor.
Friday's entries -
I really enjoy my room. Simple. Quiet. Strangely energizing. I miss my bed companions (my cats). I also miss my family. There is a comfort to bedtime at home - a comfort of knowing my family is near.
I really really like Sr. Macrina Wiederkehr. She has an aura to her - every word she says sounds specifically chosen and prayerfully considered, but not in a "superior" way, if that makes sense. She isn't talking down to me - she's talking to me. No small feat, considering we come from opposite ends of earthly lifestyle. But what she's talking about - finding prayer, finding Holiness in every hour of every day is something for everyone, no matter who you are or what you do.
I did notice a couple of things. First, of everyone here, I look to be the youngest Those that are in my decade have "Sr." on their nametag. Two, everyone is in slacks, and all the nuns have short hair. Wonder what's up with that....here I am, working on (finally) embracing my girly side (skirts, light makeup....anything to have my son reconsider his "you're just a boy in a girl suit" opinion of me) and I am in a group of women that embrace just the opposite!
I must confess....I'm glad Ed said to bring the DVD player. I did notice some music DVD's in the library. I thought the player was empty - but it's not. It's got Monster's Inc, in it. Ed is the Sully to my Mike. Since it is a silent retreat, I stayed true to that and didn't turn the sound up....it's ok...I know all the words anyway.....
Still Friday -
It's 9pm and WOW is it quiet!! I can hear crickets....and an outside a/c unit. That is IT! I can hear every stroke of the pen on this paper.
I miss my boys. Bedtime isn't this quiet at home - "Steppin on the Beach" with Colm and Dad....prayers with Colm. Juliet, one cat, forgetting seeing my feet go under the blanket a mere second before - to her, it's now a mouse, or some other item she just MUST have. Romeo, the other cat, howling for Ed until he goes back downstairs. Ed and Edward laughing, watching a movie downstairs together until the wee hours. I very much appreciate this break, and I know boys will be fine. I have no TV, no computer, no chores to distract me. I will get everything I can out of this weekend, but my calling is to my boys and all the noise that comes with them.
I'll add my Saturday post in a bit......
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