A few college students from my church wanting to come by and hang out before they head back to school. That they did — the laughter made my stitches hurt, but was worth it — and they brought cupcakes! Of the red velvet variety (my favorite). I really do adore this little community. We joked about “country” patterns of speech and at one point Karen said, “Oh, I said something really country yesterday. Well, you see, I was helping my Daddy on the tractor…” I quipped, “Oh yes, this is a country story already…” and we all laughed. There really is a huge amount of love behind all those “y’alls.”
A spark of creative energy where something I’ve been needing to write for a while came all at once in a matter of minutes. Writing is such a cathartic and centering experience for me. I’m wondering if I should be thinking about writing a book. A Hobbit’s Guide to Presbyterianism? Chef Weeza’s Wonderful Culinary Creations? The Spirituality of Coffee?
Waking up feeling completely rested, eight minutes before my alarm was to go off.