Glad I can take my mind off a boo-boo in my taxes already as I was diligently filing for once!
Neither mine, nor the neighbouring one does. Everybody just leaves, going their separate ways, it seems.
I joined a choir for a few years, and the same thing happened in another thriving parish. People would come, and just vanish to their separate lives. There are so many things competing for our attention in the industrious city that we fall for the trap of wanting to be busy to the point of a frenzy, and then miss the wonder of being in the present.
One of my favourite books is a spiritual classic by JP Metz, which describes anxiety as a tool to prod us to the realization that we need "to become more responsive to the secret yearning of our heart...the wondrous arrival of our own true existence, the wondrous destiny prepared for us human beings from the very beginning."
I wonder if I could ever learn German, since the author wrote it in his mother tongue, and capture that meaning?
I will say that as I helped mom asleep, I did mention some hope in tomorrow, by speak of a favourite recipe of hers, eggplant parmigiana, and how the 2014 calendar from the cheese shoppe had a recipe which was fattening, since it fried the eggplant, instead of her discovery and suggestion to her sister that the eggplant could be cooked in an oven, many years ago. Maybe Saturday we can make that, since there are some other plans tomorrow.