Imbolc Waning Cold Moon’
Last day at home until Sunday. Headed out to Blue Cloud Abbey, where Kathleen Norris wrote at least two books. The Abbey’s buildings are 1960’s modernist, most like public elementary schools, save for the Abbey church which has some panache. The Abbey church, the guest house and the monastic facilities sit on the highest point for miles. After sundown, the lights of small towns faraway twinkle.
I’m looking forward to an actual retreat with some quiet time spent on meditation and my own spiritual path. I haven’t done one of those in a long time, too long. Love is on my mind, right now, so I’ll plan to spend some contemplative time with how it is in my life and how I offer it to others. This Valentine’s Day, my 63rd birthday, feels like a spur to thinking about love, a bit unusual for me since I’m normally focused on my birthday. Anyhow, I have a new Parabola focused on love that I’m taking with me.
Woolly Brother Mark Odegard has taken his magic bus to the shores of the Pacific Ocean outside Puerto Vallarta. His journey, a pilgrim’s really, takes him where his vision beckons. I admire his willingness to open himself to the world and to others, a life lived embracing life. Very Zorba. And Zorba is one of my heroes.
