Less than two weeks ago I was leading a vestry retreat in Prairie View. The next day, I was in Marlin preaching and leading a congregational meeting.
Two days after that I flew to Indiana for a week to lead a retreat for women clergy at Our Lady of Grace Monastery.
I returned to Houston for a day and then flew into DFW to attend a friends’s installation as rector in Keller, spent the night with other dear friends, and this morning drove up to Chambersville to be with my family.
Tomorrow I fly home and can put my suitcase away for a couple of weeks.
My head is percolating remembering wonderful conversations with people of all ages. Some of those meetings were expected and others were those precious happenstances that sprout up along the way.
I’ve experienced all sorts of weather and a plethora of spring flowers.
I’ve prayed with my feet on labyrinths and prayed with my voice as I sang the daily office with my Catholic sisters.
I’ve walked downtown streets and paths through peace gardens.
I am certainly not retired yet.