Found.
Found.
🔥.. :)
This weekend, we picked up the 4-oh Comp-Sci Scholar — I’ve had dreams of elevators, group collaboration, and rooms full of people.. and the stress of completing work.
Those were my sleeping hours.
My waking moments are — sentimental. When my eyes open, I pull pillow up to the wall and join my husband in the darkness-before-dawn.. he wakes at 5a, sometimes earlier, without fail.. and so, there we are, heads huddled together. We enter this dream-like, intuitive Cloud of Wake, where our souls are in their purest form — no worries, no life-clutter, no work-shit. We introspect, speak desire & quiet escape. Tonight, our plan is to retreat to our prayer chairs and little table by our bedroom window..
…my friend, I search. There’s a part of me, it feels, missing. I told my love I’ve known this sense before — when I returned to work 10 years ago and missed my cloistered prayer life with children under foot, about 5 years ago when I reflected on how I spiritually changed from that time.. and now.
Part of what I lack, I know, has to do with the prayerful writing I used to do here.
..so, I’m under holy obedience to return.. to explore the change that is me and whatever else strikes my holy fancy.
Much love..
🔥
in Love,
your veronica
—
In Spiritu Tuo, ad gloriam Patris. 5.15.2023. St. John Baptist de la Salle.
15 minutes..
I will report back on whether we’re able to replicate our morning moments..