Last Before Travel

As if to add insult to frostbite, my two miles this morning (actually at a decent pace, yay me) were run under lovely clear skies, dawn hinting on the horizon, dry as a bone, because the temperature was -1°.

I ask you.

Working on homilies for Maundy Thursday and Easter, packing my bags, girding myself for being away from home (albeit with lovely friends in a lovely town), reminding myself that there are a couple of teaching posts open that will not be resolved for a long-ish while, and there may be several attractive chaplaincies as well. Breathing deeply, cultivating detachment from material concerns, giving thanks for all that is good and beautiful and joyous in the world.

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