I’m in love.
My new digs at the Collegeville Institute have surpassed my dreams for spaciousness, comfort, and beauty.
Not only do I have a lovely office in my apartment with a lake view,
But our generous hosts have provided a second office and common space for all the resident fellows. Here’s my second office.
The natural environment, including thousands of acres of campus embedded in an arboretum, strutted its stuff yesterday, as we walked around the lake for the first time.
Today we experienced mid-day prayers in the amazing St. John’s Abbey Church.
I’m ready to plunge in.
My senses are ready and attuned. St. Julian has moved with me.
It took us six days to drive here. We left home with hugs and gifts and photos and promises to stay in touch.
My friend Wilma Gingerich recited this poem to our whole congregation at Community Mennonite Church, Harrisonburg, VA, the last Sunday we were present August 27, 2016. It was intended as a celebration of her husband Ray’s birthday and their wedding anniversary.
But the message of the poem applies as much to new experiences as it does to the blessings of age.
What do you have to look forward to in this new day? In what areas do you have “beginner’s mind” right now?