Lately, some of my senses have been more sharply tuned. Like many things, I don't think it'll ever stop feeling a bit strange. I don't want to ever be possessed of/by the certainty which leads to arrogance and error, yet there is a confidence and comfort I've had that makes decision and action flow more freely. Feels like becoming who I am.
Blessed by good, fresh friendships. Received a few compliments which touched me regarding my contribution to Sunday's congregational meeting. It was good to have something to give. Got to know Nate Ryan a bit over coffee on Sunday morning, then was able to spend time in prayer with him and talking with him and his wife Jess last night. Annika wrote me an e-mail (subject: "Fan Mail"); I should really respond. Jennifer's e-mail from Vermont also needs a reply. Saturday brings parties at Blanche's and Meg's, with another thrown by Heather and the Ottos next Friday.
When come back, bring pie.
On the walk home, I picked up leaves: fire, gold, and green. I love the smell of leaves, the crunch of them, the magnificence of their astonishing color. An array is now splayed on my coffee table. It's not a plant, but it's a start.
My prayers continue. It's hard, I know.