Tired. Bone tired. “Making your way upstairs is too hard” tired.
Prayer, I know some people who need prayer today.
Crunch workout. Belly Butt and Thighs Bootcamp. Bright happy clothes at 6 am help.
Saving moments of grace come in hugs and conversation with some young children at work. “Did you see my Fiji stuff? You can hear the sea in this shell.”
In a cup of tea and a shared chocolate bar with Anthony, at the breakfast bar, paying bills, paperwork.
And hanging out at the library with Anthony. Him for research. Me for Kumon work and a Kumon consult.
Inadvertently we dress alike. Blue jeans, purple shirt, black jackets, black converse.
Twins. Arnie Schwartznegger and Danny De Vito.
What interest will Anthony find, for his next unschooling rabbit trail?
Yesterday was writing on the immortality of the soul. A quote from his writing….”We can easily draw the following conclusion: that there is within us a power which we call intellect or reason; a thinking or rational substance which we call the soul. A thinking substance must be a simple spiritual substance. A simple spiritual substance is independent of matter. What is independent of matter can exist apart from matter.”
Today? Enjoying the library. The sun through the many glass windows. The sofas and cushions.
And perhaps some reading.
Before more work.
Finding God in all things.
Contemplation in action.
Describing Ignatian spirituality ( James Martin’s The Jesuit Guide to Almost Everything, some of my Kindle reading)
Yet describing the life of a wife and mother…perpetual action and motion , sprinkled with prayer and contemplation.
“The road is our home.”
( Jeronimo Nadal, Jesuit, early companion of St Ignatius of Loyola, )