in her book, _the living_, annie dillon talks about people walking around on the surface of the earth, constantly slipping into the hereafter. rather than grab on to solid, stable objects like rocks and trees, they grab on to each other, and together slip into eternity.
for me, it is the days that keep slipping away as i feel often like the blindfolded passenger in a car destined for unknown places. i make plans with tenuous certainty, knowing that the minute a spaniard gets involved the likelihood of them suggesting something else and me saying, ¿ahora misma? and them responding ¡por supuesto! is great.
went this last weekend to ciudad real with the pastors of one of the churches. their seminary, SEFOVAN had a retreat and it was a blessing to be again with people my own age who worshipped.
the trip marked my first time outside of Andalucia, traveling into La Mancha, which many of you may recognize as the infamous fictitious home of Don Quixote. the countryside was indeed as i imagined it, along with plenty of molinas. the entire retreat was in Spanish, and i continue to expland my vocabulary. there were, however, two americans there and it was a welcome change to chat with them in English.
my days are not insanely busy, there is always time for siesta. it is finding time to be on the computer that is often the most difficult. the bell for the next class looks to ring soon so i must away. enjoy your fall weather as i know the leaves are turning and the frost haunting the morning in many places. here, i shall enjoy the sunshine and the mar.
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It seems especially painful to be somewhere you want to be and to miss the place you used to be. I know you've felt that before. I'm hoping this weekend is full of blessings. Thanks for commenting on my blog!
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