Bike ride to the local college to lift some weights. Through a crisp, cool morning. I love that early morning air. It’s so fresh it seems like the world just took a shower. And the grass looks just a little greener – and the sky a little bluer.
In-front-of-the-computer work most of the morning. Productive. Not very spiritual. But life can’t be spiritual all the time (unless you’re St. Thérèse of of Lisieux – I’m reading her book right now…).
Lunch with a friend and then more work at local coffee shop until my work laptop suddenly died. Without warning… Weird.
I biked home and realized how lucky I am to be able to bike everywhere. Thankful.
When my daughter came home from school and theater practice and my husband was done with his workout, I cooked dinner and we lingered at the table. Until it was time for me to go next door to join the church shuttle (my neighbor’s minivan).
Church lasted 90 minutes. That’s a long time. But it’s nice to be able to sit and be still. Without feeling guilty. And breathe. And sing. (And hug people during the passing of the peace.)
The hardcore Maundy Thursday celebration started when we stopped at a local bar/restaurant on the way home. For a full serving of wine, olives, and bread. (That’s more like it…)
The last half hour was spent on the phone with a dear friend. Catching up. Laughing. Listening. Enjoying…
It was a good Maundy Thursday.
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